Ropin' and Ridin'

Ropin' and Ridin' He don't have much hope Of learnin' to rope Or bein' top hand on the Bar S spread. That lasso don't go Where he aims to throw And ropin' a calf is harder than said. He cain't build a fence, Don't seem to have sense When it comes to linin' up the post holes. That fence will wander Both here and yonder, Don't seem no plannin' in settin' them poles. At huntin' for game He's worse than just lame, He's downright scary with that old long gun. He ain't hit a thing Since way back last Spring, And he keeps us all 'bout ready to run. Tried him at blacksmith But he ain't good with The hammers and tongs and tricks of the trade. Tried to shoe a horse, Smashed his thumb of course. The boss made him go and sit in the shade. But bless my old hide That young kid can ride, And tame anything wild that's got four feet. He'll ride any stud Or bull with wild blood And never come close to losin' his seat. We all bet our pay That the kid could stay On any beast that the rodeo had. Well dang me it's true He stuck just like glue On everything they had that was bad. We won lots of cash And drank sour mash Until the sun come up on the next day And so he's our friend We'll all help him when The small things like ropin' get in the way.