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He claimed he rode
the bad ones plumb
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He'd rode them in the wet.
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He'd rode them in the drought.
He rode them where the
Bronx was small
He had a lot of birdies
made of silver on his rig.
for such a little spread,
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Well, the boss,
he kind of blinks his eyes
and toes a piece of ground.
stand to ride
amongst a bunch of hicks,
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some tricks.
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and from all his talk,
never raised no big hurrah.
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He cut LaRue some four -year -olds
and watched him snap them out.
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This buck could fork a bronc,
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he said,
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that never failed to tell the others how.
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where you gotta set them saltier.
and you never heard him blow.
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Damned his soul, said Buck,
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This two -bit ranch can't
raise a horse
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So Buck screwed down on him once again.
The roan unraveled quick,
Em
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The third time that he throwed him,
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Buck's tongue forgot to wag.
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and said I'm just a local rider
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Well Joe swung to the saddle,
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I'm just a poor old country boy
him on the ground first.
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Well, Joe rung him dry a -buckin'
like a ringer rings a shirt,
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He says to Buck, You take him,
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Oh, in case he's still too tough for you,
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the toughest Bronx of big mouth rides
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