| C | F | |
| Since I saw that rodeo in | 1965 |
| G7 | C | |
| I | had to try to be the greatest | bareback rider alive |
| F | |
| I went and did some practicing on | pa's old ropin' mare |
| G7 | |
| And I | thought I'd take that bronc I'd drawed |
| C | |
| And really part it's | hair |
| F | |
| When they opened up the gate he d | id a double flip |
| G7 | C | |
| Half way through the second one is | when I lost my grip |
| F | |
| I hooked my spurs into the dees and | hung with all my might |
| G7 | |
| I | held my breath he chinned the moon |
| C | |
| And sucked back to the | right |
| F | |
| My boots came off and went asailin' | right up in the stands |
| G7 | C | |
| My | belt it broke and shattered my watch | I lost my wedding band |
| F | |
| I scattered all my cigarettes my | shirt ripped down the back. |
| G7 | C | |
| I | sure was gettin' dizzy and I thought my neck would | crack |
| F | |
| I rode him several jumps with both hands | high up in the air |
| G7 | C | |
| He | jumped into an old light pole we | parted company there |
| F | |
| I landed in some muddy slop he | stomped right through my side |
| G7 | C | |
| Nothin' ever busted me like | that old pony ride |
| F | |
| I couldn't seem to catch my breath I | couldn't seem to hide |
| G7 | F | C | |
| I | hobbled back barefooted just a | searchin' for my | pride |
| C | F | |
| And I just couldn't believe my | achin' ears |
| G7 | C | F | C | |
| When the | announcer said RE-RI | DE | RE-RIDE | RE-RIDE |
| G7 | |
| I've had enough for 20 men and he calls up RE | -RIDE |
| F | C | |
| RE- | RIDE RE- | RIDE |
| FADE | G7 | |
| You'd think he got me go | od enough they give him one more | try |