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
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