Bad Brahma Bull Songtext
von Chris LeDoux

I was snappin′ out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
At forty a month, a plum good buckaroo
Well, the boss comes around and he says, "Hey, my lad
Well, you look pretty good ridin′ horses that's bad"

You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break
But I′ll buy you a ticket, and I′ll give you a stake
At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain′t so slow
And you might do some good at the big rodeo

While they're a-puttin′ the bull in the chute
I'm strappin′ my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looked that bull over and to my surprise
Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes

On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump
I cinches my riggin′ is just back of that lump
I latches his middle, and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a bellow, and the rest is a dream


Well, he jumps to the left, and he lands towards the right
But I ain′t no green horn, I'm still sittin′ tight
The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin
He′s a wavin' them horns right under my chin

At sunnin′ his belly, he couldn't be beat
He's a showin′ the buzzards the soles of his feet
He′s a-dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt
He′s a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt

He′s a-snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
He′s a-buckin' and a-bawlin' and a-blowin′ his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin′ both me and that bull
Well, he needed no help, well I had my hands full

Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin′ behind
My head went to poppin', I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin′, I lets out a groan
We went up together, but he come back alone

Up high, I turns over, and below I can see
He's a-pawin′ up dirt just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good


I notices somethin′ don′t seem can be true
But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U
When I landed, he charged, but I got enough sense
To outrun that old bull to the hole in the fence

I dives through that hole, and I want you to know
I ain′t goin' back to no big rodeo
At a -traddlin′ them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through
I′m sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U