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The Lost One

His eyes are cold and dark as night The fire inside is burnin bright His anger low but growin wild This bull they call the crimson mile The rider stares into these eyes And sees the start of his demise His spurs they rattle and begin to quake His body starts to shiver and shake His fear inside was all but gone But rushes back and rages strong His thoughts they cramp inside his head About this bull that they call red The bull he kicks and spins around This rider's thrown unto the ground The cowboy's up and to the fence But to his knees he is sent Red has ruined his chance at fame This cowboy's life he did claim His spirit lives on behind the chutes In every cowboy who puts on boots

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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