Layin’ in the shade, my hat pulled down,
Waitin’ my turn to ride –
Tired from the drive but feelin’ good
Best friend at my side.
Loadin’ the chutes, I hear them say,
I pick up my saddle and go,
Head around, tryin’ not to hurry –
But also not goin’ too slow.
Find my horse in chute number three,
He’s not standin’ there too bad.
Heard some talk about his buckin’,
He’s one I never had.
They open the gate, I give it my all –
Reachin’ and rakin’ my spurs –
Feelin’ the high of ridin’ the horse,
Good way to live, for sure.
Whistle sounds, eight seconds is over,
Have to give up my ride –
Reach for the pickup man, leavin’ my bronc,
Touch ground, I’m satisfied.
Rode a good bronc, made a good ride,
Now I just have to wait.
Six more riders still in the show,
Waitin’ behind the gate.
Rodeo’s over, I ended up second,
Better than ending up last –
Got plenty of money for next entry fee,
Plus some for my travelin’ gas.