| He ain't much on conversation His old mind, it wanders some But a better compadre ain't lived or breathed Than my ole' amigo Lum Now Lum, he's plenty punchy Ya won't find a tougher old coot But down right, plain old common sense Ain't one of his stronger suits You won't find a better feller To have round ya in a pinch His head's as hard as granite rock And he won't give an inch We were cowboyin' up in the Keechi hills It was one of our lighter days But we'd 'bout had our bellies full Of cuttin' those cedar stays The weekend, now was comin' up Time for the big rodeo in town Been quite a spell since we'd been in Lum and me would ride on down Now Lum ain't no spring chicken But he acts just like a kid When the bullriders finally mount the beasts Used to twist 'em himself, he did The crowd gathered 'round the buckin' chutes They were thick as bitin' fleas And Lum, his stature's lackin' some Makin' it tough for him to see Ole' Lum sure ain't no genius But what next he did made sense He climbed up near the buckin' chutes And sat upon the fence The fence sure ain't as comfy As his recliner back at the shack And the cable through the cross-tie posts Seemed to be a little slack Now ole' Lum, he's kinda portly Of a diet he ain't thought So the cable strand he sat upon Down the line had been drawn taught The announcer's voice boomed loudly Of the high horned brindle beast Two thousand pounds of ragin' hell Was soon to be released On Widowmaker, they kicked the latch He followed the gate around Then planted his feet and sucked back left And slammed that cowboy down He gave the clown a hookin' Made a lap around the pen But there ain't a fence for a hundred miles That could hold this brinlde in The Widowmaker, he sized it up Then made a fitful run He was intent on clearin' that fence Just four posts down from Lum He quit the earth in one great leap Now comes the change of events A solid ton of snortin' beef Hit smack on top of that fence Ole' Lum, he's cool, just sat there calm With both hands in his pockets But a ton of bull on that cable strand Shot Lum off like a rocket Now Lum survived the launchin' And annihilation merely by chance But he didn't make re-entry 'Till halfway through the dance Lum told me it wasn't the launch Nor the fallin', nor the drop The thing that hurt his ole' body so Was that mighty sudden stop Lum believes the moral here Needs tellin' to all you fans It's best to watch the rodeo From somewhere in the stands ©Jay Snider |
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