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This take's for limp, let's go
He's been hung up and stepped on, and out-drawed and reduced to tears
He's done his best thinkin' with his hand in the riggin' for years
He's got an old trophy saddle he won back in '75
He's gettin' too old to travel, he's lucky he's even alive
Well, he's a buckin' horse rider, and he likes 'em a little wilder than most
And you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boast
Unless he's been drinkin', but hell, he's been dry now for months
He's a buckin' horse rider, he won up to Calgary once
He's rode Moonshine and Three Bars and Hatrack, Red's Kesler whole string
There ain't a sound he likes better than hearin' them silver spurs ring
The squeak of the resin and leather and the thump of the hooves
He's a buckin' horse rider, and tonight he's got nothing to lose
Well, he's a buckin' horse rider, and he likes 'em a little wilder than most
And you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boast
Unless he's been drinkin', but hell, he's been dry now for months
He's a buckin' horse rider, he even won old Cheyenne once
He's a buckin' horse rider, he drank all the Pendleton once