Cowboy's Sin
His heart is poundin his mind is racin as he walks behind the chutes
Somethin’s different about this one as they watch him put on his boots
His eyes are blurry his palms are sweaty he doesn’t know what to do
He shakes a little as he walks around the nerves are showin through
His mind goes blank as he sees those bulls chargin through the gate
This is why he came here tonight he’s gonna make the eight
His confidence is soarin high his hands they sweat no more
His eyes are clear as summer nights and he’s powered to the core
He sees through steel chutes and bars an eye as black as night
That’s the one he wants to ride it’s gonna be a hell of a fight
His fear is gone the nerves have left his adrenaline’s runnin strong
He watches his bull as he rolls ahead and he puts his helmet on
He just cashed his one way ticket to a fiery land called hell
Sent there by a whole lot of bull that they call Thunder Bell
His journey’s long and dark it’s filled with jumps and spins
And Evil Forces sent by the devil to get those cowboy sins
There’s no spirit or evil being that can hurt this rider’s pride
So he walks through that wall of fire and stands at the front of the line
He stares right into the devils eyes and hands his ticket in
There ain’t no way that anyone is gonna get this cowboy’s sin
Copyright © William Retzleff | Year Posted 2007
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