He stops to catch his breath
And he leans on his cane.
You just look at his face
And know he's in pain.
But, you never hear him gripe;
He just does his best.
He gets tired pretty easy,
He has to stop and rest.
I think back thru the years
And try to remember him when
He was young and agile
And he was a rodeo man.
He could work three events,
But, bareback was his best.
So he settled on that
And forgot the rest. |
He could hoe it out of one,
He could spur 'um in the neck;
Just rear on back,
He didn't give a heck.
It was just a freak fall
That brought it all to an end.
Then, years of re-hab,
How I cried for my friend.
But, he was a fighter,
And he never gave in
He slowly came back,
He always knew how to win.
And, there are some things
That you can't take from a man.
And everyone knows
That he was a HAND! - Lee Jones
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