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THE BRONC RIDERS DANCE
Jim Liles
This ain’t no Texas two-step,
and it ain’t for city cats.
This dance requires some grit and growl,
and a feather in your hat.
You ease down in that bucking chute,
first one pedal, then the next.
Screw yourself down in that Hamley,
lift on that rein and nod your head.
Your feet are locked up in the neck,
when she leaps into the sky.
You duck the bar across the top,
hell its like this bronc can fly.
That first jump it’s a big one,
as she drops off to the left.
When she hits the ground, with a terrible bound,
I thought she broke my neck.
I’m not settled in that kack just yet,
I’m just a shade behind.
Spur high in the neck, and drive em back,
That speed I’m sure to find.
Circle right and jump and kick,
I’ll beat her to the ground.
Jump for jump, neck to cantle,
A dancer, I have found.
A high leap, into the air,
as our dance, comes to an end.
We turn away with a grin and a wink,
This dance comes to an end.
We will dance again, I’m sure,
at a place on down the road,
where we will all, tell our tales,
at the Pearly Gates of Gold.
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