Welcome To The Bullpen
SEE YA IN THE FALL
Jim Liles
We started out at Denver,
and Odessa worked right in.
Didn’t draw real good at either one,
that white line fever’s settin in.
Those winter rodeos pay a bunch,
you can’t afford to miss’m.
You gotta hit’m everyone,
or you’ll wish you had come December.
Then it’s on to San Antonio,
I always draw good here.
Win a first, and that sets me up,
to have a real good year.
Placed in Houston, and on to Tucson,
things are really look’n good.
Winter bout gone and spring come’n on,
got a case of that white line fever.
The spring run, why it’s just a teaser,
even have time for me and whip to do a little fishin’,
but commin’ in May, June and July,
there will be no time for yappin’.
Got banged up out on the coast,
Cotton put me on a cheater.
Ducked and dived, and throwed me in the fence,
maybe time to take a breather.
A few weeks off before the fourth,
I think that’s what is needed.
Go back home, sit on the porch,
drink beer and swat at skeeters.
Twelve rodeos and a million miles,
nodd’n your head and drivein’.
That is what is known by all,
as a real good cowboy Christmas.
The list is long, of where we’ve gone,
to feed that white line fever.
Too many towns to name them all,
next week we’ll be in Heber.
The seasons come’n to an end,
not too many more to go.
Maybe ten or twelve more towns,
to feed that white line fever.
Vegas bound, that’s our goal,
each year we all remember.
This is what it’s all about,
the thrill come this December.
We shake some hands, and say so long,
as we proclaim, a last farewell.
See ya in the fall, if I see ya at all.
I sure hope it’s in Vegas in December.
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