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