Well I dusted off my pride, of the Ponoka Stampede sand
Cause when the whistle finally found its voice, well it found me hat in hand
And that big gray stud must have laughed my way sayin', maybe next time son
And then he took off for the catch corral, another battle won
And they say there ain't a bronc alive that can't be spurred, at least that's what I heard
But it don't soften the fall when you're upside down, eight feet off the ground
Well I found my way back behind the chutes through the stars still in my eyes
With that old familiar taste of metal in my mouth, I kissed my entry fees goodbye
Well if you dance with the devil then sooner or later your gonna have to get hurt
And everybody wants to play cowboy until its time to hit the dirt
And they say there ain't a bronc fighter that can't be threw, and don't I know it's true
But it don't soften the fall when you're upside down, six feet off the ground
Well the hardest part ain't in hittin' the ground but in dealin' with the shame
That comes every time that you get bucked off and you ain't got no one else to blame
It's humility by gravity and it brings down everyone
And it's a bitter pill to swallow but you've got to take your medecine son
So go on and take your medecine son
And by the rankest broncs the best cowboys are made, at least that's what they say
But it don't soften the fall when you're upside down, four feet off the ground
No it don't soften the fall when you're upside down, two feet off the ground
I said it don't soften the fall when you're upside down, crashin' into the ground