Тональность: D major•
Verse 1
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He claimed he rode
the bad ones plumb
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from Canada on south.
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He'd rode them in the wet.
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He'd rode them in the drought.
He rode them where the
Bronx was small
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and where the Bronx was big.
He had a lot of birdies
made of silver on his rig.
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He said he never rode before
for such a little spread,
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but well, if we had some Bronx to bust,
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he'd snap a few, he said.
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Well, the boss,
he kind of blinks his eyes
and toes a piece of ground.
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Of course, he said, us punchers here
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ain't never been around,
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but, well, if your pride could
stand to ride
amongst a bunch of hicks,
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Maybe you could learn us all
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some tricks.
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The stranger's name was Buck LaRue.
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He wore a fancy boot,
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and from all his talk,
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you'd think he learned the
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hoot -owl how to hoot.
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But Joe, the old top -beater,
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always counter -held his jaw.
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He just rode him as they come,
never raised no big hurrah.
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He cut LaRue some four -year -olds
and watched him snap them out.
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This buck could fork a bronc,
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he said,
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of that there's little doubt.
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But when they talked a -riding
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in the evenings after chow,
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that never failed to tell the others how.
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He'd say,
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you made a middlin' right
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upon that great a day,
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but Joe, I rode them awful
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tough out Arizona way.
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Why, I forked them in Wyoming
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an d the South Dakota hills
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where you gotta set them saltier.
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They'll jolt you to the gills.
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But Joe just went on ridin',
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never puttin' on a show.
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His spurs was never bloody,
and you never heard him blow.
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when Buck LaRue got spilt
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I guess this roan colt hadn't heard
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how Buck had been around.
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Damned his soul, said Buck,
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and you could see it hurt his pride.
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This two -bit ranch can't
raise a horse
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that Buck LaRue can't ride.
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So Buck screwed down on him once again.
The roan unraveled quick,
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and where he throwed old Buck this time,
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the dust was pretty thick.
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The third time that he throwed him,
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Buck's tongue forgot to wag.
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Joe steps up kinda quiet
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and says, let me try that little nag.
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Chances are he'll throw me
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and said I'm just a local rider
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from a little two bits spread.
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Well Joe swung to the saddle,
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raked that road both fore and aft,
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the road done plenty bucking
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but Joe just sat and laughed.
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I'm just a poor old country boy
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raised weak on country chuck.
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ain't never seen an elephant
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or spun the world like Buck.
him on the ground first.
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Buck has often told you
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I ain't never been around.
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Well, that roam horse
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bucked the darndest
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that a country bronco could
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and Joe just sat there smiling,
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setting deep down in the wood.
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Once he done a lick of sperm
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just to give the boys a show.
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Buck stood there watching
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with his head held kinda low.
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Well, Joe rung him dry a -buckin'
like a ringer rings a shirt,
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then he stepped down from the saddle,
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being plenty fresh an d purred.
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He says to Buck, You take him,
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and give his hat a whirl.
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Oh, in case he's still too tough for you,
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just give him to your girl.
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Now, there's a moral to this story,
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as most of you have guessed,
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and it's known by most cow punchers
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most everywheres out west.
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For most of us have noticed,
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well, it's generally the case,
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the toughest Bronx of big mouth rides
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has been some other place.
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