Re-Ride

Since I saw that rodeo in 1965
I had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive
I went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare
And I thought I'd take that bronc I'd drawed
And really part it's hair

When they opened up the gate he did a double flip
Half way through the second one is when I lost my grip
I hooked my spurs into the dees and hung with all my might
I held my breath, he chinned the moon
And sucked back to the right

My boots came off and went a-sailin' right up in the stands
My belt, it broke and shattered my watch, I lost my wedding band
I scattered all my cigarettes, my shirt ripped down the back
I sure was gettin' dizzy and I thought my neck would crack

I rode him several jumps with both hands high up in the air
He jumped into an old light pole, we parted company there
I landed in some muddy slop, he stomped right through my side
I knew he'd busted all my ribs and made me wanna die

Nothin' ever busted me like that old pony ride
I couldn't seem to catch my breath, I couldn't seem to hide
I hobbled back barefooted just a searchin' for my pride

And I just couldn't believe my achin' ears
When the announcer said, "Re-ride", re-ride, re-ride
I've had enough for 20 men and he calls up re-ride
Re-ride, re-ride
You'd think he got me good enough, they give him one more try
Re-ride...