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I stood still against the arena gate,
My mind raced and I questioned my fate,
I really needed the second go,
To have the boot to make it home.
My back was tired, my eyes were strained,
My boots were scuffed, my shirt was stained,
I’d rode my mare’s head way too low,
We’d been six days following the rodeo.
The standings said we’d get 'er done,
We’d go to Vegas, if we could have won,
My partner had her loop built up fine,
I forked down and started building mine.
We sat ready, watching the board,
The gate swung open, we glanced at the scores.
Our numbers were shouted, our names were called,
My stomach jumped, my heart stalled.
I took my place in the near hand box.
I had the mare buried up to her hocks,
My partner cornered, I tipped my hat,
The calf broke the barrier in nothing flat.
The mare just followed, right at his hip,
I swung my loop and caught with the tip.
Set for the jerk, I pulled slack and dallied,
My partner double-hocked, we were on the rally.
We stretched him there for a second or two.
Just to show what ‘the girls’ could do.
We loosed our twines and shook out our loops.
The crowd roared and cheered and let a whoop.
We paused a moment to look at the score,
Of winnin’ or losin’, we weren’t sure.
We rode to the gate, with fingers crossed,
Hoping against hope, we hadn’t lost.
The crowd stood up, the announcer beckoned,
We took first by a tenth of a second.
We pranced into the arena for our victory ride,
The crowed rose up before us like a huge human tide.
You’d never have thought that before this go,
I was wondering if I could show.
We took the buckle and we got the check
We’d done good, given ‘em heck.
I had the money to get me home,
Rest my horse and my aching bones.
I’d put her on pasture and soak in the tub.
Grain and steak, we’d both have good grub.
The next ropin’ was in Texas, was the rumor ‘round town,
With cash in my pocket, I couldn’t back down.
I cashed the check and hit the highway,
So I could be in El Paso early next day.
I told myself this was the last,
But I’d said that many times past.
Just never seemed to work that way,
Long as I was flush, the circuit’s where I’d stay.
November 2, 2001
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