Younger Man's Heart

His bones have been to hell and back his body's gouged and rough His chaps they sit upon his legs as he does each buckle up He feels the pain in his neck and back from every ride he missed And the memory of every girl he never should have kissed His ridin days are growin short as he pulls his hat down tight His bronc sits in the steel chute as he's got a ride tonight His legs are bruised and tattered his boots are scuffed and worn He's waitin for a chance to feel that massive horse's scorn His knees creek and crack with pain as he climbs that steel chute The bronc stands tall and waivers none he knows that she won't spook His saddle slides onto her back just like it always does The flank is slid underneath her gut with that skinny belt of fuzz He knows exactly what to do but his mind is in his pain All he can think is it's a young man's sport as he grabs a hold of the rein but he knows deep down that they don't see the heart of a younger man So he grabs his stirrups and nods his head and he's off to the promise land All they seen was a beat up old man whose prime had all but passed His ridin days were done and gone and all the riders laughed But he stands tall and has a laugh at there expense this time Because he's the one with the 87 and there at the back of the line