He was a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat Acme up on his feet and a big U roll it hat He was entered in the riding, he did it on a dare To please his little with the long blond hair
He borrowed a bull rope, spurs and a riding glove To prove he was no coward to the he loved His bull was standing in the chute, his girl was in the Waiting to the name of her brave young man
He climbed down on the back of that big ol' Bramer And one of the veteran cowboys came and gave his a pull said, "Are you ready, boy", he said, "I guess I am" Oh well, the bull jumped out and turned and flung him to the sand
Well, the blond haired girl had watched it all and too impressed So she started around for a real man from the West She looked around the and standin' by the fence Was a cowboy with a big black hat and tight fittin' Levi pants
Well, it was Jim, a fine young cowboy, he rode Broncs and Bramer He rode them quite so his pockets were always full Somehow he to glance up in the stands And he saw that little blond haired girl as she was watching him
Meanwhile hometown cowboy, he was back behind the chute Dabbing blood off his nose and dumpin' sand his boots He got himself together wiped, manure off his shirt He his girl would soothe him 'cause he was darn sure hurt
Well, he saw his haired girlfriend as he rounded the main grandstand And his poor sank as he saw her leaving with another man So boys, if you don't rodeo, leave well alone And don't take your girl to the pitching 'cause you may not her home