All he’s got is an old bronc saddle and a whole lot of hard won luck A faded old picture of Casey Tibbs and he likes a horse that bucks Long shanked spurs, under slung heels, red bandana Rusty old rig and a horse trailer with the license plates of Montana
Chorus: He’s a buckin’ horse rider and he really likes to ride ‘em high and free He says “The higher they jump that’s a little too low for me\" Livin’ for the thrill to ride ‘em to a stand still He’ll hold out if his luck will Ridin’ for the silver in the buckle
Down the way there’s an old café with pictures on the wall A who’s who of the saddle bronc world from the days beyond recall Every time he’s passing thru he stops in for a drink or two Just to see those photographs of the wild buckaroos
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There was a girl one time across the line that stole his heart away He never talks about her but she’s with him just the same And it always brings him back again North of fourty-nine Maybe she’ll be there again just to see him ride one more time
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He’s a buckin’ horse rider and he really likes to ride ‘em high and free He says “The higher they jump that’s a little too low for me” “The higher they jump that’s a little too low for me”.