I saw that there was a request for this song so, this is what I found. Again, it's off of Chris LeDoux's web page, and they say it was his oun hand- written music. Now, I tried to play it with the chords he has for this song and it didn't sound very good. But, this was arranged by Chris LeDoux, so I would think he know's something I don't. I have revised this a little. I found out that Chris LeDoux, in some of his songs, played them with a capo on the third fret. All the notes I have are accurate, but you just need to capo the 3rd fret and use these chord positions for the ones I have posted........ C shape chord is Eb, G is a Bb, D7 is a F7, G7 is Bb7, Fm is Ab. I'm not so sure about some of these, so please let me know the right ones so I can fix this, thank you. 1st verse [Eb] [Ab] I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flying U [Bb] [Eb] At forty a month, a plum good buckaroo [Eb] [Eb] [Ab] Well, the boss comes around and he says,"Hey, my lad, [Bb] [Bb] [Eb] Well you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad." [Ab] [Eb] You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break, [Eb] [F7] [Bb7] But I'll buy you a ticket, and I'll give you a stake [Eb] [Ab] [Ab] At ridin' them bad one's well you ain't so slow [Bb7] [Eb] And you might do some good at the big rodeo. 2nd verse While they're a puttin' the bull in the chute, I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots I looks that bull over and to my surprise Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eye's. On top of his shoulders he's got a big hump I cinches my riggin' just back of that lump I lands in his middle and I lets out a scream He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream. 3rd verse Well, he jumps to the left, and he lands toward the right But I ain't no greenhorn - I'm still sitting tight The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin. At sunnin' his belly he couldn't be beat He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet He's a dippin' so low that my boots fill with dirt He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt. 4th verse He's a snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes He's a buckin' and a bawling and a blowin' his nose The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull Well, he needed no help,but I had my hands full. Then went to fence rowin' and a weavin' behind My head went to poppin' - I sorta went blind He starts in high divin'- I lets out a groan We went up together, but he come back alone. 5th verse Up high I turns over and below I can see He's a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood Sayin' " Here lies a twister who thought he was good." I notices somethin' don't seem can be true But the brand on his hip was a big Flyin' U When I landed he charged, but I got enough sense I out run that old bull to the hole in the fence. Tag I dives through that hole and I want you to know I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo At a straddlin' them brahmas you can bet I'm all through So I'm sore footin' it back to the old Flyin' U. I hope this helps someone and I hope someone can help me.