Chris LeDoux

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  • Chris LeDoux National Finals Rodeo Lyrics

           

    A rodeo's just a rodeo after riding several years

    From ol' Cheyenne to Houston they never cause too much fear

    But let me tell you about one that will chill your very soul

    It happens in December when it's snowin' and it's cold

    In Oklahoma City there's a building of concrete

    It's where the toughest stock and men will gather and compete

    The points have all been tallied and the stock has all been brought

    We've got just two more hours cause it starts at eight o'clock

    It's the Finals the NFR the Series of the sport

    Hey rookie can you take ten head have you got the heart

    You think you're a tough cowboy we'll find out in the end

    When that final whistle blows and the stock's all in the pen



    The coliseum's quiet except for the sounds

    Of cowboys getting ready and the workmen of the grounds

    The cowboys ask each other, what each other's got

    "Did you draw ol' Necklace or pluck old Double-Ought

    The tension now is mounting as the crowd starts pouring in

    A shiver goes all through me like from a cold cold wind

    I hear the horses comin' runnin' down the alleyway

    They're snortin' and a blowin' as men shut the sliding gates

    It's the Finals the NFR...



    We had too much time a while ago but not enough time now

    The Anthem is now over the grand entry's going out

    I sit there on my bronc I'm ready and I wait

    I hear a chute gate open so I look out through the gate

    A horse comes boiling out and blows up at the roof

    And then there comes another kicking like a curly wolf

    I hear the chute boss holler through the yelling of the crowd

    He says there's one ahead of you so you'd better get screwed down

    It's the Finals the NFR...



    I nod my head, I'm in a daze the horse goes boiling out

    I run my spurrs into his neck and then I drag 'em out

    My mind is in a blur my eyes are seeing red

    The flank catch slams into my back, his rump bangs on my head

    From somewhere in the background I can hear a buzzer sound

    My hand's jerked from the riggin and I crash into the ground

    I stumble to my feet as I stagger to the wall

    I wonder to myself is it really worth it all

    It's the Finals the NFR...



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