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Show I said, "You rascal, you're not scaring me, I've rode meaner horses than you could ever be." I went to the barn, got my saddle and stuff, I was ready to call that old outlaw's bluff. As I took my rope and walked to the corral, He snorted and squealed a bloodcurdling yell. I was no slouch with a rope, guess I shouldn't boast, I caught him and snubbed him to the hitching post. I thinned out his tail and trimmed his mane, Said, "You better cooperate, fella, or this will all be in vain." I threw on the saddle and cinched it down While he snorted and kicked and pawed the ground. I climbed on his back, and said, "Will you let him go?" To the chore-boy who stood there, watching the show. I said, "Walk up slow and get the rope untied, Then get out of the corral, 'cause I'm going for a ride." When Red found out that he was free, He started the job of getting rid of me. I had the best feelin' that I ever knowed, I was determined to ride him and not get throwed. I must admit he knew all the tricks, When he came down, he hit like a thousand bricks. He spun and whirled round and round, He leaned so low my boot hit the ground. This was gettin' to be a rough old ride, I would've pulled leather, if it weren't for my pride. I said, "Look here, ol' Red, you son-of-a-bee, Somebody's got to quit an' it ain't going to be me." I was starting to get weak but still sitting tight Big Red was determined to continue his fight. He finally stopped buckin', and ran round the corral, I said, "Run, you fool, you'll get tired after a spell." Then he stopped and stood there and huffed, I said, "What's the matter, ol' Red, have you had enough?" "All this bucking you've done was a loss, I hope you've found out which of us is the boss." Cowboy Poetry From Utah 117 |