i was snappin out broncs at the old flyin u at forty a month a plum good buckaroo well the boss comes around and he says hey my lad well you look pretty good ridin horses that s bad you see i ain t got no more outlaws to break but i ll buy you a ticket and i ll give you a stake at ridin them bad ones well you ain t slow and you might do some good at the big rodeo while they re puttin the bull in the chute i m strappin my spurs to the heels of my boots i looks that bull over and to my surprise well he s a foot and a half in between his two eyes on top of his shoulders he s got a big hump i lands in his middle and i lets out a scream he comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream well he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right but i ain t no green horn i m still sittin tight the dust starts to foggin right out of his skin he s a wavin them horns right under my chin at sunnin his belly he couldn t be beat he s a showin the buzzards the soles of his feet he s a dippin so low that my boots filled with dirt he s a makin a whip of the tail of my shirt he s a snappin the buttons right off of my clothes he s a buckin and a bawlin and a blowin his nose the crowd starts to cheerin both me and that bull well he needed no help but i had my hands full then he goes to fence rowin and weavin behind my head went poppin i sorta went blind he starts in high divin i lets out a groan we went up together but he come back alone up high i turns over and below i can see he s a pawin up dirt just a waitin for me i can picture a grave and a big slab of wood sayin here lies a twister who thought he was good i notices somethin don t seem can be true but the brand on his hip was a big flyin u when i landed he charged but i got enough sense so i ran that old bull to the hole in the fence i dives through that hole and i want you to know i ain t goin back to no big rodeo at a straddlin them brahmas you can bet i m all through i m sore footin it back to the old flyin u