Corb Lund - Buckin' Horse Rider lyrics

He's been hung up and stepped on and out-drawed and reduced to tears He's done his best thinking with his hand in the rigging for years He's got an old trophy saddle he won back in '75 He's getting too old to travel, he's lucky he's even alive Well he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than most And you can tell just by looking, though he'd be the last one to boast Unless he's been drinking, but hell he's been dry now for months He's a buckin' horse rider, he won down in Pendleton once He's rode Moonshine and Three Bars and Hatrack and Kessler's whole string There ain't a sound he likes better than hearing them silver spurs ring The squeak of the resin and leather and the thump of the hooves He's a buckin' horse rider and today he's got nothing to lose Well he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than most And you can tell just by looking, though he'd be the last one to boast Unless he's been drinking, but hell he's been dry now for months He's a buckin' horse rider, he won up at Calgary once Yeah, he's a buckin' horse rider, he even won old Cheyenne once