Thanks

It was at the National Finals Rodeo The year was 1967, the place OKC I had just turned three & was excited as could be to be behind the chutes watching a ride that could make history Freckles Brown was the cowboy loaded up in chute two Tornado was the bull he'd drawn a meaner ride he'd never face and when they threw the gate a tremendous roar filled the place when that blessed buzzer sounded and they announced his score Freckles stood as World Champion out on that arena floor Every little buckaroo who watched Freckle's & Tornado fight went home and rode the legs off momma's kitchen chairs that sweet December night Me, I swaggered round the back chutes & told everyone who'd listen That one day I'd ride like the great Freckles Brown In momma's eye, was that a tear that glistened? For I'd said before that I'd ride one day Did she think that I was fool'n? Heck I might not be four yet but I knew it was something worth doing So I tip my hat to Freckles Brown and the rest of The old timers, too for they laid the path that I ride now and taught us all a thing or two