Them bareback horses are the only thing
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They make your back hurt they make your bell ring
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They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore
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But when it's all over you're craving some more
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Well you drive down the road in a broke down car
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You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are
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You get yourself a road map and head out once again
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With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure better win
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You finally make the pitchin' with your entry fees all paid
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You get on another snatcher and he flings you away
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So you head to town broken hearted lookin' for a chance
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To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance
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Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone
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You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home
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But she's got a big boyfriend who just came from the can
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And he says move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man
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So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight
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You're drunk and broken hearted
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And it's twelve o'clock at night
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And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans
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But by god you got a half a tank of gas
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And a can of pork and beans
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You write a hot check to pay your fees once again
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You got yourself a good one so you ought to win
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The horse is standin' in the chute then he bucks around
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The whistle blows then you're standin' on the ground
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The judges total their markings and they tally up the score
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And you're beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more
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So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash
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A good feelin' in your heart and a tank full of gas
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But boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey
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You gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin' away
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You look back now with a wantin' eye
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But brother it's all gone so you sit and cry
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Them Bareback horses
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Chris LeDoux |