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THE CLOWN INTRODUCTION by David Copher
It seems at every rodeo people walk up and introduce themselves.
They have lots of questions, that mostly start with why.
Why do you do this job, aint it 0 so dangerous ?
Why yes, but I guess, I'm just that kind of guy!
Why do ya wear those baggy pants; aint it hard to run?
Why yes I guess, but aint they O so fun!
They introduce their friends from France.
They interpret things that make no sense, least not in a cowboy way.
We like the colors that you wear, we think there kind'a gay.
We think those bulls could be real nice; if you gave um half a chance.
We aint got nothin of your likes, back at home in France!
They bring their little children,
they've been loven me from afar.
Yet it seems they have to drag um;
mommy take me to the car!
I'll try and win them over,after all they're why I came.
I'll reach into my pocket,and play a little game.
I'll twist up dogs or horses,from balloons long and thin.
Then they'll look me over,and they'll love me once again!!!
RODEO CLOWN REWARDS by David Copher
To a rodeo clown there's one thing ya must keep in mind
Ya put the cowboys first and risk your own behind.
It's your job to stand and wait, as he clears the gate.
It's his job to ride and spur if he can
and to do his darnd darndest to make a hand.
Ya watch and ya wait and if he makes it to eight!
He'll look to you, for his time to escape.
Ya make your move and ya must not be late.
Ya go to the bull and if the cowboy rides with his right.
Ya give him his chance,take him away from his hand, to the left!
Then It's time for a rodeo bullfight.
Ya step to his neck cause his head won't go there
Now here ya are, right in harms way..
Ya yell hey bull, hey bull, hey, hey!
Ya zig, and Ya zag, and take him away!
Then come the rewards, ya know they'll be big ones!
A slap on the back, a cold beer,then there's the best ones,
The ladies who hug ya, just for savin there husband's and sons!!!
"GOSH DARNE IT I DIDN'T WEAR ENOUGH GEAR"
(A Rodeo Clown point of view.) by David Copher
Gosh darn it I didn't wear enough gear!
That bull just tore off a piece of my ear!
He hit me so hard he knocked me into next year!
Woke up this mornin wondren how I got here!
Gosh darn it I didn't wear enough gear!
Don't the lump on this bone look kinda queer?
Last thing I remember from the crowd was a cheer!
Gosh darn it I didn't wear enough gear!
I'll wash down some aspirin with a good case of beer
And make it through one more year of this gosh darned carrier!
And you better believe that next gosh darned year!
I'll be wherein a little more gosh darned gear!!!
THE CELEBERTY IN SEAT 6 ROW 33 By David Copher
One time I was workin' a rodeo out in Tennessee,
when I noticed in the grand stand, their was a huge celebrity.
I rubbed my eyes and took another look, to see what I could see.
Sure enough their she sat, Dolly Parton, seat 6 row 33.
I pondered and thought, could it be,
she's here to see me?
She had always been a part of my most wonderful dreams,
To get a chance to meet her I'd be glad to hatch some wild and woolly scams
So I thought I'd play my cards just right,
I'd slip up there ,be swa vay and de bonair,
So I jumped the fence and made my way up to row 33,
But when I got their to my surprise what did I see,
in seats 5 and 6 row 33,
were two baled headed men, with a blond sittin behind them!!!
THE HANG UP
By David Copher
In a hang up a bull riders life line runs very thin.
That life line is tied to a man who makes us all grin
He'll rush in, slap that bull on the chin,
and keep him out of a spin
He'll dodge and dash and in a flash.
He'll be on top of the crash.
To get to the tail of the rope, If the bull riders to have any hope
He'll keep clear of, horns, spears, and a tail full of grawdue and burrs
The cowboy won't find an easy way to land,
cause he screwed up and bucked down away from his hand.
With his hand turned over it can only get worse.
He could separate that shoulder
now that would give him good reason to curse.
But if the man that makes us all grin, can get in,
and get a hold on the tale of the rope,
there will be a little hope.
They will rodeo another day, if then they get clean away!!!
WHERE THE COWBOY SPIRIT LIVES By David Copher
In the sport of rodeo lives the cowboy spirit.
It lives in the cowboy contestant,
who must ride and score to win.
It lives in the cowboy producer,
Who brings rodeo to the pen.
Producers, and contestants, they come and go,
But without their cowboy spirit, there'd be no rodeo.
They'd have no chance to ride or win, to spur, to try, or bust a chin.
From the time of Bills wild west show,
To today's high tech rodeo.
The cowboy spirit's seen little change,
His view of life is still the same.
He dreams of life out on the range.
He loves to set a saddle.
He loves workin cattle.
He'll load um and unload um from rodeo to rodeo
He'll dream of drives of long ago,
For days and days they'd cowboy up,
to keep them cattle on the go.
But now it's eighteen wheels they ride,
to drive them cattle, cross the great divide
Rodeo cowboys are the same as cowboys long ago.
The cowboy spirit lives today, at every rodeo!!!
THE GIRLS IN ROW THREE By David Copher
Once clowin in a Texas rodeo
I was young and out for thrills,
When I noticed in row three where three pretty girls.
They had been working very hard just to catch my eye,
And when at last they did I went over to say hi!
And they said we think you are so very brave to do the job you do and if you were to hurt yourself we’d surely cry boo hoo hoo!
Well I thought I’d give them girls a thrill.
So I picked a real bad bull to fight.
Why I took him left then took him right.
Then he hooked me in the pants and sent me into flight.
Well to my surprise and them girls I landed in row three.
I seams I landed on them girls. As soft as they could be.
Then I noticed theses three guys looking hard at me.
I don’t know where they could have been to have been so hard to see?
Then they all got up and left me laying in row three.
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