Them Bareback Horses Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Them bareback horses are the only thing 

They make your back hurt they make your bell ring 

They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore 

But when it's all over you're craving some more 

Well you drive down the road in a broke down car 

You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are 

You get yourself a road map and head out once again 

With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure better win 

You finally make the pitchin' with your entry fees all paid 

You get on another snatcher and he flings you away 

So you head to town broken hearted lookin' for a chance 

To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance 

Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone 

You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home 

But she's got a big boyfriend who just came from the can 

And he says move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man 

So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight 

You're drunk and broken hearted 

And it's twelve o'clock at night 

And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans 

But by god you got a half a tank of gas 

And a can of pork and beans 

You write a hot check to pay your fees once again 

You got yourself a good one so you ought to win 

The horse is standin' in the chute then he bucks around 

The whistle blows then you're standin' on the ground 

The judges total their markings and they tally up the score 

And you're beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more 

So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash 

A good feelin' in your heart and a tank full of gas