When I was a kid I was about to start learning bull riding when my dad found out and put a stop to it before my first lesson. As an adult I wanted to try bull dogging, but the night before I was scheduled for the arena I got into a car wreck with long lasting injuries. I've always liked rodeo, but it seems my rodeoing was always stopped before it started. The dream, however, did not. Here's a song I wrote in honor of some of my friends who did make it -
https://soundcloud.com/user-722422510/the-devil-wrapped-in-rawhide The Devil Wrapped In Rawhide You better hold on …
‘Cause every cowboy knows when you rodeo
you want to draw a bronc that’s tough and meaner than sin.
You want ‘em wild and high, ‘cause if you hold on tight,
you might make the ride and that’s your only way to win.
But, down in Mexico, well there’s a trail of broken bones
left behind by cowboys that tried and lost
to a rugged ol’ roan that’s evil to the bone.
They all say, ‘man, that’s the Devil, that ain’t no hoss!”
Yeah, he’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide
with hate in his heart and blood in his eye.
He’s the Devil, good for nothin’ but causing pain.
He’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide.
The meanest, toughest bronc a cowboy ever tried to ride.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide,
they should have left him out on the range.
‘Cause he can jump so high he can touch the sky,
and when he comes down, he’ll stomp you in the ground.
And he can turn and twist, and make a cowboy wish
that he’d stayed at home and never laid his money down.
All except Dan Linn, ‘cause he’s the best that’s ever been.
He’s rode near and far and always kept his seat.
You know he’s seen them all and never took a fall
‘cause he’s the best that’s ever been or will ever be.
So when Dan came to town, well all the cowboys gathered round,
they knew that soon there’d be a sight to see.
Dan cinched the saddle down tight, pulled his hat low over his eyes,
said ‘Turn him loose now boys, ‘cause I came here to ride!”
When they opened the gate, ol’ Dan was hopin’ for eight,
but by the count of three he was sprawled out on the ground.
And through the dirt and dust, well, he began to cuss
that ol’ Devil wrapped in rawhide that went and threw him down.
‘Cause he’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide
with hate in his heart and blood in his eye.
He’s the Devil, good for nothin’ but causing pain.
He’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide.
The meanest, toughest bronc a cowboy ever tried to ride.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide,
they should have left him out on the range.
You know he’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide
with hate in his heart and blood in his eye.
He’s the Devil, good for nothin’ but causing pain.
He’s the Devil, the Devil wrapped in rawhide.
The meanest, toughest bronc a cowboy ever tried to ride.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide,
they should have left him out on the range.
Oh, he’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide
they should have left him out on the range.
He’s the Devil wrapped in rawhide,
They should of left him out on the range.
And the Biab band is:
DRUMS: Brian Fullen, _STEPUP.STY
BASS: Craig Young, _STEPUP.STY
1st RHYTHM GUITAR: Brent Mason, _STEPUP.STY
2nd RHYTHM GUITAR: Darin Favorite, _HKYTJON.STY
LEAD GUITAR: Brent Mason, _CTRFSBM.STY
ORGAN: Mike Rojas,_STEPUP.STY
All comments, critiques and ideas are welcome!