The Bullfighter (Steve Dickson )

The Bullfighter

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In days gone past they called you a clown

 But there’s nothin’ fun when a bull runs you down

 A ton of mad beef throwin’ a fit

 You have to jump in there to take on the hit

Some think eight seconds goes by real quick

 Son, it’s a long time for a cowboy to stick

 Most men don’t make it for the whole ride

 The good ones bear down and just take it in stride

Climb in the chute and pray you’ll be there

 When that rank bull throws ‘em up high in the air

 Buckin’, jumpin’ and twistin’ around

 That mean ol’ critter wants ‘em down on the ground

So’s he can stomp and stick ‘em and gore

 Until they can’t get up at all any more

 You’re in the middle of that big storm

 When both man and beast are in rare fightin’ form

You have to lay your life on the line

 To help those young men and make sure they are fine

 When the dust settles at the day’s end

 The bull riders all know that you’re their best friend