The saddle horn came up
Punching me in the gut
The back of my neck
Bounced off his butt
My left stirrup came `round
And smacked in my knee
Blood rushed to my head
I could no longer see
We smashed into the fence
Ripping my leg and my jeans
The bronc was wearin' down
I was coming apart at the seams
All at once he just quit
And put his head down to blow
I looked at the boys an' announced
I `bout near Lost Control...
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