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You can see by the clothes that he’s wearing

That he’s a bronc rider by trade

Pockets full of dirt, snap buttons on his shirt

And his split-down boots are Tony Lama made

Greenback’s are the ante-up on the entry fee

And he’s worn a lot of leather off the tree

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Saddle up on a saddle bronc ride kicking holes up in the sky

Sunfish, stand, and suck back to the right

You can’t get no higher than a buckin' horse rider

with his hand on a hack-rein and buckles on his mind

Bareback and saddlebronc, draw and marking out

The Canada’s are headed North, the buckaroos headed South

Fourty-nine ain’t no line for those who ply the trade

Like devil’s rope and barbed wire — the two they are the same

There’s a silence behind the chutes that only he can hear

With the horse hair and the leather when all his thoughts are clear

And a long road and a short go never twice the same

And he rides the rank ones with his spurs up in the mane

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There’s a falcon on a fenceline and a coyote on the plains

Big cats up on the timberline and diamond backs in the sage

And the years and the miles and the wind carved the lines upon his face

And there’s a hand-laid buckin' horse saddle in the cowboy’s hall of fame

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