When they stuck me on the bronco, I felt this awful dread,
I wish I hadn’t drank that beer, it went right to my head.
Now I’m stuck a sittin, on this huge ol’ snortin’ beast,
And I’m wish I were at home right now, havin’ me a piece.

That horse is really shakin’, I can tell it’s awfully sore,
It’s ignoring all my pleading, and the fears I‘m showing forth..
The gate is almost open, my life is flashing by my eyes,
I know that two quick bucks, and I’m probably gonna die.

Someone get some tender oats, or some hay that it can have,
Or at least for my sore bottom, some soft and gentle salve?
In any case, keep prayin’, and remember what you saw,
It wasn’t fun and playing when you heard me yell, “HOO HAW!”