them bareback horses are the only thing they make your back hurt they make your bell ring they re hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore but when it s all over you re craving some more well you drive down the road in a broke down car you stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are you get yourself a road map and head out once again with only enough for fees so you d damn sure better win you finally make the pitchin with your entry fees all paid you get on another snatcher and he flings you away so you head to town broken hearted lookin for a chance to get a little drunk and find some girl and dance well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone you whoop some words on her to get her to take you home but she s got a big boyfriend who just came from the can and he says move on there buddy cause he s her lovin man so you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight you re drunk and broken hearted and it s twelve o clock at night and you ain t got a dime in your old blue jeans but by god you got a half a tank of gas and a can of pork and beans you write a hot check to pay your fees once again you got yourself a good one so you ought to win the horse is standin in the chute then he bucks around the whistle blows then you re standin on the ground the judges total their markings and they tally up the score and you re beatin everybody by at least ten points or more so you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash a good feelin in your heart and a tank full of gas but boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey you gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin away you look back now with a wantin eye but brother it s all gone so you sit and cry