Rodeoin'
“Well it’s bulls and blood / It’s dust and mud
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd / It’s the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle / He’ll win the next go ‘round
It’s boots and chaps / It’s cowboy hats
It’s spurs and latigo / It’s the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo”
There is something to sitting in the dirt with several hundred pounds of animal snorting, stomping and generally wrecking havoc inches away - with only a panel fence between.
Rodeo.
I love it.
