Bareback Jack - Live

I heard you guys out here just a minute ago hollering for this song
I wrote this back in Casper College, a long time ago
And this is way back before I had any sense at all
I didn't care about hot cars or hot women, all I wanted was a buckin' horse
This is called Bareback Jack

When I was just a very young lad
Well, I walked up and I told my dad
A bareback rider's what I wanna be
I want the whole world to know about me
In the rodeo arena I'll take my stand
I wanna be known as a rodeo man

I'll come flyin' from the chute with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' wild with my head thrown back
You'll ask, "Who's that?", Well, that's Bareback Jack
You'll ask, "Who's that?", That's old Bareback Jack

The years of boyhood now have passed
It didn't take long to learn the tricks real fast
Now I'm goin' down the road with my rodeo gear
And I hope to make the finals in just a few years
Oh, when my chance comes I'll give it a whirl
Try to win the championship of the world

I'll come flyin' from the chute with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reachin' for the sky
Spurrin' wild with my head thrown back
You'll all know me, my name's Bareback Jack
You'll all know me, my name's Bareback Jack

Well here I am, I'm a-layin' in bed
The son of a buck jumped onto my head
I'm a-layin' here dyin' and a-hurtin' real bad
How I wish I'd listened to my old dad
When he said, "Son, you'd better stop foolin' around"
"You're gonna get your guts stomped into the ground"

You'll come flyin' from the chute with your tail up high
That old buckin' horse is gonna throw you in the sky
When you come down you're gonna break your back
And then we'll all know you as ol' crippled up Jack
And that'll be all for ol' Bareback Jack