them bear back horses are the only thing and make your arm hurting and make your bell ring

they're hard on tail bones and they make your neck this song is completely true i don't even

have a tailbone anymore see well you drive down the road and a broke down car and you stop in some town, wonder where in the hell you are. You get yourself a roadmap and hit out the once again. Can you imagine? You get yourself a road map. Okay, this part's good. You finally make the pitching with your injury fees all paid and get on another snatcher and he flings you away.

Snatcher.

Snatcher.

So you head to town broken hearted

looking for a chance

to get a little drunk and find some girl and dance.

There you are.

I miss those days.

I see a little girl at the bar alone.

There's so much truth of this. This happens at the bar alone. You whip some words.

This happens at the Omni.

But she's got a big boyfriend who just come from the can, and he says move on, buddy, because he's her loving man.

So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight.

You're drunk and brokenhearted, and it's 12 o'clock at night.

And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans. But by golly, you got a half a tank of gas and a can of pork and beans. What else is a guy named? Can a Coke? You run a hot check to pay your fees once again. You got yourself a good one, so you ought to win. You can't even write hot chicks anymore.

A horse is standing in the shooting and then he bucks around.

The whistle blows and then you're standing on the ground.

The judge's total of markings and they tally up the score and you're beating everybody by at least 10 points or more.

So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash now it's about to get sad

and a tank full of gas the boys the day finally comes when you get old and gray

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