Proud above us, way up high
Ol’ Glory is waving in the evening sky
against twinkling stars shiny and bright
her own stars are a beautiful sight.

A dressed up girl in shirt and chaps
rides in the arena with quickening steps
she is singing clearly the most precious song
‘Stars Spangled Banner’ – not one note wrong.

They open the chutes, with a deafening sound
the bronc starts to buck, dust whirls all around
right ducks the beast first, than it turns left
cowboy hold on, give it your best.

The clown entertains and cracks funny jokes
he sure knows to get laughter out of the folks
who came to see on this perfect day
the cowboys compete in fair play.

The ladies have their own event
around three barrels their horses get send
in frightening speed and in a clover leaf pattern
the winner gets all, second place doesn’t matter,

some cowboys rope a calf
others wrestle a steer
the clown makes me still laugh
I think I’ll get another beer.

Behind the bucking chutes I stroll
because I have one specific goal
you might think this life is nuts
but I sure like those Wrangler butts.

 

Rebecca  ;-)