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Ropin' Pen
Ropin Pen Headed to the ropin' pen On a Saturday night Cooler is loaded This just feels right Got the ol' dodge rollin' You know I ain't no phony Got this six horse trailer Loaded with my one and only It's a 10 point slide Down there at Cody's With a fresh batch of steers Lookin for some ponies I'm just a number three But it's only a twelve header Heeler is a two So he ain't no better 16 back in the short go With 19 of em' being mine I was ropin' like Trevor Brazier! All I needed was a time But at the bottom of the ninth Things were lookin' bad My partner flipped his loop Right up under my ol' nag Ol' Rowdy didn't agree All of a sudden he turned feral Made a beeline towards the chute Then shut down and turned the barrel In all his years as a barrel horse That was the best run he'd ever made Luckily for me I came out, unscathed I woulda had that ropin' But it was capped at a 7 If only I won the saddle pad Ol' Rowdy would think he'd gone to heaven
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