Man Could He Buck
3 March, 2002
Author: Don Fraser
I guess it was just my luck,
In the rodeo,
I drew a bull that could really buck.
He would pitch and turn,
It made my but,
Really burn.
He gave one big hump,
I hit the dirt,
In one big lump.
Before I tried to ride that bull,
I never dreamed.
My hands would be so full.
When he threw me on the ground,
When I got up,
My jeans were all brown.
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