Chris Ledoux Bad Brahma Bull Lyrics

Bad Brahma Bull Lyrics

I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U

At forty a month a plum good buckaroo

Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad

Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad



You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break

But I'll buy you a ticket and I'll give you a stake

At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain't slow

And you might do some good at the big rodeo



While they're puttin' the bull in the chute

I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots

I looks that bull over and to my surprise

Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes



On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump

[Incomprehensible]

I lands in his middle and I lets out a scream

He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream



Well, he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right

But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin' tight

The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin

He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin



At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be beat

He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet

He's a dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt

He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt



He's a snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes

He's a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose

The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull

Well, he needed no help but I had my hands full



Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind

My head went poppin', I sorta went blind

He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan

We went up together but he come back alone



Up high I turns over and below I can see

He's a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me

I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood

Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good



I notices somethin' don't seem can be true

But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U

When I landed, he charged but I got enough sense

So I ran that old bull to the hole in the fence



I dives through that hole and I want you to know

I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo

At a straddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through

I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U