| Ode To Matty Lee Arriving early just to say hello Just as well be there... no other place to go He hangs his rope, tightens his spurs Drifting off into an old fashion world He brushes the dirt from the hand hold he treats And borrows some tape from a buddy he meets Adding glycerin and rosin, making a sticky mess As unto his God, his fears he does confess With hat on straight and rope tied on He climbs down the chute gate, his mind half gone Heating the rope till it burns his hand He nods his head and blows out again With a jump and a kick a mile high The cowboy�s bull bellows and lets out a cry Twisting this way and that trying to get free But still upon his back sits ol� Matty Lee He throws back his hand and puffs out his chest For here he is again doin what he loves best Falling in rhythm with each twist and turn A fever, a madness, in his heart does burn Bull riding is the sport that he loves With God given talent from above World Champion he may not be But my little boy, he�ll remain to me Darrin L. Broyhill |
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| Music Entitled: Standing Outside The Fire |