The Buckskin

Lyrics
The demon he must face was a buckskin Big and strong and turned hard to the left Nobody wanted him, but it was his turn He had nerves of steel, but scared to death A chute-fightin' dragon, no room for wings Towers big above 'em all Known for breakin' hearts and bustin' collar bones Throwin' the best, he relished their fall When his name was called out, he turned white as a sheet Pulls his hand in his riggin' as far as it'll go It's the ride of his life, live or die or get crippled He's come too far now to just get thrown Timing is kеy, preparation routine Don't peak, adrеnaline control Rides from the past haunt his mind Then there's silence as the bell finally tolls Outta the chute with a mighty jump He's heavy, like to tear off his arm Takes a hard turn like a big freight train Doin' his best to ride out the storm Hear the rosin screech and he's back in the middle Final spur ride ends the game The whistle blows and he's standin' on the ground The legend is born to the name
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