Them bareback horses are the only thing

They make your back hurt they make your bell ring

They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore

But when it's all over you're craving some more





Well you drive down the road in a broke down car

You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are

You get yourself a road map and head out once again

With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure better win

You finally make the pitchin' with your entry fees all paid

You get on another snatcher and he flings you away

So you head to town broken hearted lookin' for a chance

To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance

Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone

You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home

But she's got a big boyfriend who just came from the can

And he says move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man

So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight

You're drunk and broken hearted

And it's twelve o'clock at night

And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans

But by god you got a half a tank of gas

And a can of pork and beans



You write a hot check to pay your fees once again

You got yourself a good one so you ought to win

The horse is standin' in the chute then he bucks around

The whistle blows then you're standin' on the ground

The judges total their markings and they tally up the score

And you're beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more

So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash

A good feelin' in your heart and a tank full of gas

But boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey

You gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin' away

You look back now with a wantin' eye

But brother it's all gone so you sit and cry