riding the rope Chasing the dream
Riding ol lightning for a 8 second scream
Whether white, brindle, black or brown
Get tossed ,stomped , or drug around
no mercy here only a fat barrel -o- clowns
The 8 second rides are the ups
Broken bones are the downs
Pull up your boots and tie down yer hat
The slobbering brindle is starting to get pissed
With a 8 count to spare
Ride the silent lightning ,tough guy
You could win the golden belt buckle or the big twin pair
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