| Black “Get on the horse” Is all he would say “Just ride the brute, That’s your job today” The pony weren’t so big But they called him an outlaw Black with a white diamond Not so broad or so tall No one had ridden him yet Everyone had gotten the chance Some got really busted up When the stallion started his dance Standing in the corral He didn’t look like much But El Diablo Negron Had more than enough stuff Four strappin’ young cowboys Got him all tied down Slipped a saddle on his back Waitin’ for him to spin around He put a foot in the stirrup They let go of the ropes Got his bottom on the saddle To stay on his biggest hope Black snorted, pawing the red dust Lowered his head, pinned back his ears The cowboy tightened up the reins Then came the explosion he had feared His hindquarters went up higher than the barn roof The cowboy relaxed and leaned way back Then the killer plopped down and reared back up His passenger countered, taking up the slack The horse started toppling backwards But the rider leaned hard on his neck He came down hard with both front feet Avoiding one terrible wreck The stallion spun and wove and tried to roll The cowboy held on and drove the horse’s nose To the left when he went right, then the other way He rode the sashaying critter like a runaway fire hose Black bucked and jumped then headed for the fence His rider stayed with him as if he were nailed on But when the stallion crawled up the gate The horseman thought for sure he was gone He was about top dismount when he said a prayer “Let me walk away from this one Lord, Don’t care about me reputation or pride” The outlaw cleared the gate and landed real hard Came down on the other side Going down to his very knees With the cowboy still aboard Wondering how that could be Got to his feet, looking all around Trotted the outside the round pin Stopped at the wooden water tank Stuck his black face full in The cowboy let him take a long drink As the onlookers started to clap Rode the old devil around the pin In a well-deserved victory lap Now when things are going real bad Doing the things we all gotta do Don’t forget the power of prayer To rescue us and get us through Ron Secoy |
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