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| The Last Ride Guts tight, nerves are shot Cause the Bull�s full of fury and snot Two-Thousand pounds of Cowboy crushin� hell Trying to kill me before the bell Rope full of rosin, sticky and tight Diggin� deep, tryin� hard to win the fight Throwin� back, rakin� my spurs Five seconds gone, they know this ride is yours Belly rolls, jumps and kicks This Bull�s usin� all his tricks Rope burnin� the palm of my hand The crowd�s on their feet up in the stands Buzzer rings, I pull my tail and turn Jumpin� off clean and free, I hang a spur Buckin� and thrashin�, jumpin� and hookin� This bad Bull knows what he�s doin� Vest rips open leavin� me unprotected Bull turns and I hear the crushin� inside my head Ribs are broken; I�m bleedin� bad in side Death comes knockin�; there�s no place to hide I hear my Mama cryin�, the lady�s scream I�m fadin� fast, I pray it�s a dream I breathe my last breath with Jesus by my side And so is the story of my last ride Darrin L. Broyhill |
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