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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
THE BULLRIDER
Joel T. Bailey
In the arena the crowd is cheering
The bullrider nods for the gate
He gives the people a show
While trying to make the eight
They come from everywhere
Trying their best to make a name
But some riders say its the rush
More than the money or fame
They live with the aches and pains
That comes from being thrown
For its the life they chose
So they just dust off and go on
Former riders like Gay and Frost
Are heros to a lot of them
They dream of being that good
But for most the chance is slim
They tip their hats to the clowns
For they're a bullriders best friend
And the riders know without them
They may never ride agin
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