A ride in McCool,
Ended riding for a while,
It was hot and far from cool,
With a gritting smile,

My rosin warm and hot,
Hat on tight,
My rope with a perfect knot,
Im ready for a big fight,

When I take out my chew,
To put a mouth piece in,
Im ready to hop in the chute,
To have some fun out the pin,

Three jumps out,
I fall to the ground,
Tasting the dirt in my mouth,
I feel his hoof hit my head with a pound,

I stand tasting blood,
So i start to run,
Feeling dizzy and buzzed,
I hop to the chute not having fun,

They take off my vest,
I spit a puddle of blood,
And i try to breath my best,
I black out and fall with a thud,

Waking in a panic,
With a headache from hell,
Feeling no hammock,
That bull definitely rung my bell.