Re-Ride

Since I saw that rodeo in 1965

I had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive

I went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare

And I thought I'd take that bronc I'd drawed

And really part it's hair

When they opened up the gate he did a double flip

Half way through the second one is when I lost my grip

I hooked my spurs into the dees and hung with all my might

I held my breath, he chinned the moon

And sucked back to the right

My boots came off and went a-sailin' right up in the stands

My belt, it broke and shattered my watch, I lost my wedding band

I scattered all my cigarettes, my shirt ripped down the back

I sure was gettin' dizzy and I thought my neck would crack

I rode him several jumps with both hands high up in the air

He jumped into an old light pole, we parted company there

I landed in some muddy slop, he stomped right through my side

I knew he'd busted all my ribs and made me wanna die

Nothin' ever busted me like that old pony ride

I couldn't seem to catch my breath, I couldn't seem to hide

I hobbled back barefooted just a searchin' for my pride

And I just couldn't believe my achin' ears

When the announcer said, "Re-ride", re-ride, re-ride

I've had enough for 20 men and he calls up re-ride

Re-ride, re-ride

You'd think he got me good enough, they give him one more try

Re-ride...