Golden Ride
He hangs his rope and ties it tight
His chaps are black and yellow bright
His spurs they jingle on his boots
It's the definition of a cowboy's suit
It's the tons of pyro shootin high
It's the buckle waitin on a golden ride
His brains rattlin underneath his hat
His chance at fame on a single stat
He sees inside a heap of hell
His fire and brimstone's burnin well
The fear insdie is all but gone
For no one's ridden this bull he's drawn
This rider goes by the name of Kas
And Sugar ray sits beneath his ass
He gets a feelin deep inside
He'll still be standin after this final ride
The bull he blows and turns in his hand
Kas reads and counters his spinnin plan
The higest ride in Canada yet
And kas has done it without a sweat
This cowboy's made an historic ride
He stands tall and throws his hat with pride
All his hard work is shinnin bright
On that gold buckle that he holds tight
Copyright © William Retzleff | Year Posted 2007
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