Bull Rider Chords by Chris Ledoux

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[Bb] I was sitting in a bar room [Gb] one rainy afternoon, [Bb] telling stories about [Eb] rodeo and listening to a tune.
[Bb] The rodeo starts [Eb] tomorrow in this one-horse [Fm] town, so Bill took our [A] names and put [Bb] our entries down.
_ _ [G] _ [A] [Bb] I went to the [G] office the next day to see what [Bb] bareback horse I had and [Eb] to pay my fees.
[Bb] I looked on the list, but [Eb] my name wasn't found.
[Fm] I thought Bill might have [A] forgot to put me [Bb] down.
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I looked on the board [Eb] and I happened to find [Bb] my name was on another [Eb] list.
I was into bull riding.
[Bb] My knees began to knock [Eb] and my face began to [F] sweat and I heaved and [Cm] gagged on the road to [Bb] the office stage.
_ [G] [Bb] Well, I may be a [Eb] fool, but a coward I'm [Bb] not.
It's a part of [Eb] bull rope with a bell in the knot.
[Bb] I walked into the arena with [G] them other bull riding fools [F] and walked down the chutes [Cm] and [Bb] found my bull. _ _
Then I put my [Eb] rope in the middle of his [Bb] back and had some [Eb] cowboy pull out the [Bb] slack.
And then I wrapped the tail around [Eb] my hand and back and said, [F] boys, open the gate.
[Bb] Just a little bitty crack.
_ _ Well, a bull hit the gate [Eb] with his head [Bb] and I could see over his [Eb] hump that his eyes was [Bb] red.
He bailed out of there [Eb] with a big snort and a bell [Fm] and something inside [Eb] me told me [Bb] I was yellow.
_ [Gb] _ [Bb] Well, the dust and hair [Eb] and flies from off his [Bb] hump, it whizzed to my [Eb] nose as he made another jump.
[Bb] And the stink of [Eb] it all was more than I could [F] stand.
So I jerked my [Cm] wrap and opened my [Bb] hand.
_ Well, it jumped in the air and he [Eb] made one more turn and [Bb] as the rope slid through my [Eb] hand, it sure did burn.
[Bb] He flanged me down [G] in a great big heap [F] and right in the middle of [Eb] me he [Bb] did leave.
[Gb] _ _ [G] [Bb] With a speed on my belly and [Eb] standing in place, [Bb] that dirty old bull blew [Bbm] snot in my face.
So [Fm] them damned [Bb] old bulls, [Ebm] you can run them in a chute [Bb] and put your ropes [Eb] on them big galoos,
[Bb] but the closest you're going to find [Eb] me to their stinking hair [F] is to help some other [A] fool get flung [Bb] in the air.
_ _ Boy, next time I [Eb] see Phil, I'm going to break his [Bb] dang neck [Eb] and enter me in the bull riding with [Bb] him.
[Eb] Shoot, I think I'll enter him [Fm] in barrel racing [Eb] or something.
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