I was sittin' in a bar room one rainy afternoon
Tellin' stories about a rodeo and listenin' to a tune
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
So Bill took our names and put our entries down
I went to the rodeo office the next day to see
What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees
I looked across the list but my name wasn't to be found
I thought Bill just might have forgot to put me down
I looked across the board and I happened to find
My name was on another list I was in the bull ridin'
My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat
And I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office step
Well I may be a fool but a coward I'm not
So I borrowed myself a bull rope with a bell in the knot
I walked into the arena with them other bull ridin' fools
I walked down the chutes and finally found my bull
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back
And had some cowboy pull up the slack
Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back
And said boys open that gate just a little bitty crack
Well the bull hit the gate with his head
And I could see over his hump that his eyes were red
He bailed out of there with a big snort and beller
And something inside me told me I was yeller
Well the dust and hair and flies from off of his hump
Did wisk to my nose as he made another jump
And the stink of it all was more than I could stand
So I jerked my wrap and opened up my hand
Well he jumped in the air and he made one more turn
And as the rope slid through my hand it sure did burn
He flung me down in a great big heap
Then right in the middle of me he did leap
With his feet in my belly a standin' in place
That dirty filthy old bull blew snot in my face
So them damned old bulls you can run'em in a chute
And put your ropes on them big galloots
But the closest you're gonna find me to their stinkin' hair
Is to help some other fool get flung in the air