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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
JELLY BEAN
Joel Bailey
The boys were sitting around the bunkhouse
One warm Sunday afternoon
Some were playing matchstick poker
One had a guitar and was picking a tune
The conversation got around to rodeos
And the bucking broncs they'd known
How many times they made the eight
And all the times they were thrown
An old cowboy said I remember a hoss
That was a shore nuff bucking machine
He was a big brown and white pinto
And they called him Jelly Bean
Very few ever went the distance on him
But a lot of riders gave him a go
And they all thought when they left the chute
That they had straddled a tornado
For Jelly Bean could go straight up
Come down and spin on a dime
And the few that made the whistle on him
Scored in the nineties every time
They had to put him down a few years ago
But when they talk of broncs he's still the best
And riders all over gave a moment of silance
The day they laid old Jelly Bean to rest
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