Well the year was '67 National
December 1 was the Friday night
that all bull riders know
There's cowboy heroes made and
Cause the cowboys are the toughest and
the stock's the best there is
Then Chuck announced that in chute
He's a young man now of 46 and
he's made him a mighty draw
His bull is from Jim Shoulders string
Tornado is how he's known
Yes Freckles Brown has drawn a
bull no one has ever rode
He lowered himself on dark red hide
and pulled his bull rope tight
He wrapped her twice and jerked her
hard made sure he pulled her right
Then two big old shinny horns looked
Then a snort and a nod the chute gate
swung as Freckles yelled let's ride
Two thousand pounds of boiling hell
was turnin' wrong side out
And showing four feet to the Lord
Eight thousand fans were on their feet
and he couldn't hear a lick
Cause the only sound he listened for
was the buzzer then he quit
It seemed the world exploded as
He swung his hat around his head
and he shouted with the crowd
A cowboy hero born that day and
200 times that bull had bucked,
the first time he'd been rode
is he gets lucky in the draw
And so if bulls have got a heaven and
somehow we're sure they do
Let's hope that Tornado's up there
and the Lord has let him through
Hope his pasture is the greenest
and his stock tank is never dry
And I hope there ain't a single
spur to gouge his ugly hide
And that he feeds on bunch grass belly high.
And I hope them cowboys up there
keep him fat and treat him kind
And I hope he lives forever
on bunch grass belly high.
