Bad Brahma Bull Songtext
von Tex Ritter

I was snappin out broncs at the Old Flyin′ U
At fourty 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 slow
And you might do some good at the big rodeo.

While they′re puttin' the bull in the chute
I′m a strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull over and to my suprise
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 cinch's my riggin′ just back of that lump
I latch in his middle and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a beller 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 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 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, but I had my hands full
Then he went to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
My head went 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 notice this 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
So I ran 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 straddlin' them brahmas you can bet I′m all through
I'm sore footin′ it back to the old Flyin' U