- On the Go
-
- One day when I was on the
go
- I stopped to watch a rodeo.
-
- I'd settled in to eat a dog
- an' watch bull riders play leap
frog.
-
- The sun was hot, the soda
cold
- the roper's arms would not
unfold.
-
- I must confess I nodded
some
- started wondering why I'd
come.
-
- Then a bronc came out to
play
- cowboy number 8 on him, bound to
stay.
-
- He wore a necktie and a starched
shirt
- that seemed to tell he would not
hit the dirt.
-
- What a ride, the crowd yellin'
too
- they jumped in sync till 8 was
through.
-
- With a flying dismount he
disengaged
- and announcer Hawkeye Henson
paged
-
- an artist of the first
degree.
- Glad I was there so I could
see.
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