The folks of Quanah, Texas
Have lost a favorite son,
And the ache will always linger
Even when the morning's done.
He lived his life to rodeo,
He loved to ride a bull,
And even though his life was short
His life was always full.
Watched him just a few years ago
So full of youth and sass-
He went home with the buckle
And put Red Rock out to grass.
When they pull the chute gate open,You'll no longer see Lane Frost The world won't look as shiny-
Another good man lost.Lane was born in Lajunta, Colorado on October 12, 1963. He started riding calves
when he was 10 years old. He and his family moved
to Lane,Oklahoma in 1977.
Five years later, he joined the PRCA when he turned 19. In 1987 at the age of 24, he
won the World Champion Bull Rider competetion. In 1988, it took him three trys,
but he broke the 309 cowboy-throwin' record of the bull "Red Rock" in Redding,
CA. On July 30, 1989 while riding at the Cheyenne Frontier Days rodeo, Lane was
killed when the bull "Takin' Care Of Business" ran over him after a successful 85
point ride after dismounting. A broken rib pierced Lane's heart. He was inducted
into the PRCA Hall Of Fame a year later. Lane's buried in Hugo, Oklahoma. It still
makes me sad just writin' this stuff. God speed partner, you were the best.
*1963-1989, World Champion Bull Rider
named Taking Care of Business on a rainy, but exciting *Finals Sunday at the 1989 Cheyenne Frontier Days Rodeo. He was the next to last cowboy to ride when he broke from the chute aboard a bull called
K. Walsh. Although Frost managed to complete his eight-second ride, he was tossed over the bull's shoulders, landing on his hands and knees.
*There's a hundred years of history
and a hundred before that
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneath this hat.
The cold flame burns within him
'Til his skin's as cold as ice
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.
All the miles spend sleepy drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's,'
All the bandages and pain,
All the female tears left dryin',
All the fever and the fight
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.
It's guts and love and glory,
One mortal's chance at fame.
His legacy is rodeo
And cowboy is his name.
* I miss and love Lane,Lane is my hero and awalys will be, One day I am going to ride a bull and ride for him*
