I can remember my first time to ride a bull
             All of the thoughts in my head were nice and full
             The sight of the beast below me was scary
             He was big and black, and really hairy
             As I sat on his back to tie on my rope
             I was praying to god, and probably even the pope
             As I nodded my head to open the chute
             A picture came to my head; it was me in a coffin wearing a suit
             My eyes came wide open, my mouth clenched shut
             And I hoped to god that I wouldn't get thrown on my butt
             When finally I heard the whistle blow
             I reached with my free hand to let my grip go
             I ran to the fence and jumped really high
             And when I was safe I thought, god am I lucky I didn't die.
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