The Ballad of Uncle Don

Well, my Uncle Don was a hand, they say

Way back in his bronc-riding days

He was hell on boots with a cowboy's heart

He'd bear down, and he'd spur 'em hard

Was an Oklahoma roughneck came through town

Bragging 'bout a horse that, for miles around

No one could ride, so they made a little bet

If Uncle Don stayed on that horse, he'd get

Well, they opened that chute gate, dust flew high

Head on the ground, kicking straight for the sky

Bucking and a-snorting, yeah, damn sure rank

Threw everything at him but the kitchen sink

When the dust finally settled, they settled on up

Uncle Don jumped him up in the bed of his truck

Well, word spread around like wildfire does

One day another old feller showed up

Said, "I know where there's an ol' blaze-face bay

That's thrown everybody ever looked his way"

Uncle Don just grinned, threw his saddle in the truck

Drove into town, said, "Load him on up"

Well, they opened that chute gate, dust flew high

Head on the ground, kicking straight for the sky

Bucking and a-snorting, yeah, damn sure rank

Threw everything at him but the kitchen sink

When the dust finally settled, they settled on up

Uncle Don jumped him up in the bed of his truck (Kicking)

That was back in the day when they damn sure bucked

And ol' Uncle Don, he was still young enough

Tougher than leather, full of try and grit

And that right there is some cowboy shit