The Bucking Machine

Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos

But the dang dest contraption that I've ever seen

Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine

The kids they were all lined up to give the thing a go

And when I first saw it Lord it looked pretty slow

It jumped and it kicked then it turned back a twirled

Then I got to thinking I'll give it a whirl

So I pushed through the crowd and I talked to the man

Who had invented this here modified garbage can

I said I'm a twister and one of the best

I'm a wolf of the world boys I must confess

I'll bet you a hundred I said with a grin I'll spur

It so hard its sides will cave in

And the bolts and the screws that hold the dang thing together

Will fall down inside it there and short out its motor

Well the man he said son I'll take that bet

And I won't turn it till you think that you're set

So I got my riggin' and I cinched it on down

Then I said to old Sam go ahead and turn it on

Well it rattled and it groaned then it started to move

I spurred it every jump and Lord it felt mighty smooth

The foam rubber was a flyin' right off of its old neck

And the tin underneath it was startin' to crack

I looked at the man and I started to say

I'll win me that hundred fore the end of the day

Then he grabbed a big ol' lever with a little sly grin

Jammed it up to high gear and locked it right on in

With a snatch and a jerk and a sharp stabbin' pain

I felt like a hobo tied to an old freight train

My head it went to poppin' and I saw all the starts

The big dipper the milky way and the planet they call Mars

The next thing I knew I was right there on the ground

Just about thirty feet away from that laughin' crowd

So I payed up my hundred and I limped on away

And the words the man I still remember today

So you're a wolf of the world and a real tough twister

Well listen real close to some good advise Mister

Keep a ridin' them old broncs if you're still feeling mean

But you'd better keep clear of Sam's buckin' machine