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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Legends in the Sky
Philip W. Rider
This story's about two legends
One Red Rock, the other is Lane
A tale of how in rodeo
These two champions had gained their fame
Lane Frost was not just a cowboy
Although he loved to chute the bull
And even as his life ended short
His glass almost always half full
Those Champion buckles filled his bag
As he hurried from town to town
Rodeo was a part of his life
Chutting bulls never got him down
No one said he is just a bull
When they would speak the name Red Rock
He knew his job and did it well
He was the baddest on the block
He would never chase or gore them
The riders he threw to the ground
Just prance off to the holding pen
Got ready for the next go round
Two Champions in the arena
Just to prove who the best would be
Lane Frost came out of the series
Beating Red Rock by 4 to 3
Don't you weep for Lane or Red Rock
I can hear them at it again
The thunder you hear is Red Rock
And the whistle in the wind, is Lane
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