The Buckskin

The demon he must face was a buckskin
Big and strong and turned hard to the left
Nobody wanted him, but it was his turn
He had nerves of steel, but scared to death

A chute-fightin' dragon, no room for wings
Towers big above 'em all
Known for breakin' hearts and bustin' collar bones
Throwin' the best, he relished their fall

When his name was called out, he turned white as a sheet
Pulls his hand in his riggin' as far as it'll go
It's the ride of his life, live or die or get crippled
He's come too far now to just get thrown

Timing is kеy, preparation routine
Don't peak, adrеnaline control
Rides from the past haunt his mind
Then there's silence as the bell finally tolls

Outta the chute with a mighty jump
He's heavy, like to tear off his arm
Takes a hard turn like a big freight train
Doin' his best to ride out the storm

Hear the rosin screech and he's back in the middle
Final spur ride ends the game
The whistle blows and he's standin' on the ground
The legend is born to the name