The Buckskin

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 to far to just get thrown
Timing is key preparation routine
Don't peak adrenaline 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
Doing 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 standing on the ground
The legend is born to the name