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 his little sweetheart with the long blond hair
He borrowed a bull rope, spurs and a riding glove To he was no coward to the girl he loved His was standing in the chute, his girl was in the stands Waiting to the name of her brave young man
He climbed down on the back of big ol' Bramer bull 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 back and flung him to the
Well, the blond haired girl had it all and wasn't too impressed So she started around for a real man from the West She looked around the arena and by the fence Was a tall cowboy with a big black hat and fittin' Levi pants
Well, it was Jim, a fine young cowboy, he rode and Bramer bulls He rode them quite consistently so his pockets were always he happened to glance up in the stands And he saw that pretty little blond haired as she was watching him
Meanwhile that hometown cowboy, he was back behind the Dabbing blood off his nose and sand from his boots He got himself together wiped, some manure off his He knew his girl would him 'cause he was darn sure hurt
Well, he saw his haired girlfriend as he rounded the main grandstand And his poor heart as he saw her leaving with another man So boys, if you don't rodeo, leave well enough And take your girl to the pitching 'cause you may not take her home