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1996 Western Heritage Award
National Cowboy Hall of Fame
by Paul Zarzyski
1990 Western Heritage Award
National Cowboy Hall of Fame
Jane Candia Coleman
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It's colder this morning than most have been lately
he's sippin' his coffee and cream
he puts on his shirt, his jeans, and his boots
today he'll be facing his dream
There's not a man in this world
that would walk in his shoes
'cause today he must reach down inside
at the end of the arena
inside of the chute his fate is awaitin' a ride
The cowboys, they know who he's drawn for the day
it's the one that has beaten them all he's never been ridden'
not even been close
he'll stomp and horn you when you fall
This gray Brahma bull from the dark side of hell
as nasty as any you'll find
just give him his space, aint no one to mess with
they call him "The End of the Line"
The crowd's coming in, they're filling the stands
they're wanting to see this gray bull
the stories of blood, broke bones, and lost lives
have packed in the stands over full
Nine riders have bucked out
but they've tasted defeat
it's now down to only one ride
the Gray Bull and the Cowboy
it's time for these two to collide
The crowd has gone silent
they know what's up next
the chute holds the demon inside
they gather around him to set him up right
and the cowboy settles tight round his sides
The rope round his chest
pins the glove to his hide
the stage has been set now
in 8 seconds only one will survive
The gate cracks wide open
now the gray lunges upward
he kicks and he rolls into hell
the cowboy, he's spurring giving all that he's got
but the gray drops him down in the well
The rider sees darkness
but refuses to die
and he digs his spurs into grays side
he pulls himself out of the shadowy grave
and the bull knows it will take one more try
This time it's his head that he throws back to get him
and they meet with a thunderous crack
his jawbone is broken, his lip has been split
but his grip still refuses to slack
The clock has struck 8
the gray knows he's been beat
now it's PETE'S name that is spoken with pride
he's the World Champ and your young 'uns will hear
of the war that we now call....
"The Ride"
Copyright ©2003 Jim Serviolo. All rights reserved.
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