As I got down on the bull that I had drawn to ride The instincts of my fourteen years Were checking who was on my side An old-timer pulled my rope; he had darker skin than me Said "Keep your chest out son, keep your elbows bent, Keep a pretty good spring in those knees" And then everything got quiet Went out there with a grimace on my face, And that old bull bucked a mean old ride I rode him good enough for second place. When I tracked down that wise old Indian man I said "You give me good advice" But I was one scared and nervous kid When that blue fire lit in his eyes. His legs were crossed, he slapped his boot He stamped his foot down on the chute He looked me in the eye and said "You see son, that's my heritage" His legs were crossed, he slapped his boot He stamped his foot down on the chute He tightened up my rope and said "Now kid, you've gotta ride him" And that's all there is and all she wrote About the man from Manyberries Years later I met him on the transit In the city of d**hly forces Well there ain't many rodeos And there sure ain't no buckin' horses. Said "I used to ride professional, "'Til the bottle turned me out "And now I just take care of the youngsters and "I try to tell 'em what it's all about "My forefathers wore the headress, "Tooled the flints that they could find, "Me I grew up chasing cows "And lots of broncs to ride "So when you see me in my straw hat "And broken Tony Lamas, "I'm living what I know "And that is all that I can promise". His legs were crossed, he slapped his boot He stamped his foot down on the chute He looked me in the eye and said "You see son, that's my heritage" His legs were crossed, he slapped his boot He stamped his foot down on the chute He tightened up my rope and said "I know you're gonna ride him" And that's all there is and all she wrote About the man from Manyberries Yes sir!