Letras:Chris Ledoux. Hometown Cowboy.

He was just a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat
Acme boots up on his feet and a big U roll it hat
He was entered in the bull riding, he did it on a dare
To please his little sweetheart with the long blond hair

He borrowed himself a bull rope, spurs and a riding glove
To prove he was no coward to the girl he loved
His bull was standing in the chute, his girl was in the stands
Waiting to hear the name of her brave young man

He climbed down on the back of that big ol' Bramer bull
And one of the veteran cowboys came and gave his rope a pull
Someone said, "Are you ready, boy", he said, "I guess I am"
Oh well, the bull jumped out and turned back and flung him to the sand

Well, the blond haired girl had watched it all and wasn't too impressed
So she started looking around for a real man from the West
She looked around the arena and standin' by the fence
Was a tall cowboy with a big black hat and tight fittin' Levi pants

Well, it was Jim, a fine young cowboy, he rode Broncs and Bramer bulls
He rode them quite consistently so his pockets were always full
Somehow he happened to glance up in the stands
And he saw that pretty little blond haired girl as she was watching him

Meanwhile that hometown cowboy, he was back behind the chute
Dabbing blood off his nose and dumpin' sand from his boots
He got himself together wiped, some manure off his shirt
He knew his girl would soothe him 'cause he was darn sure hurt

Well, he saw his blond haired girlfriend as he rounded the main grandstand
And his poor heart sank as he saw her leaving with another man
So boys, if you don't rodeo, leave well enough alone
And don't take your girl to the pitching 'cause you may not take her home