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I had me a hose, her name was Bad Luck,
She wasn't good lookin', but she sure could buck.
Yeah hoo- Hey, hey,
Yippy-i Ki-ay.
I put my momma on her, she threw her in the air,
My dad said, "Son, that's a mother-buckin' mare."
Yeah hoo- Hey, hey,
Yippy-i Ki-ay.
I took her to the rodeo, she won second place,
Did really buckin' good in the buckin' barrel race.
Yeah hoo- Hey, hey,
Yippy-i Ki-ay.
She won a thousand dollars, I put it in my hat,
Bought a brand new saddle; she bucked me outta that.
Yeah hoo- Hey, hey,
Yippy-i Ki-ay.
She bucked me on the pick-up truck,
she bucked me on the fence;
My Dad said, "Son, ya got no buckin' sense."
Yeah hoo- Hey, hey,
Yippy-i Ki-ay.
If ya got a bucker, don't ever buck around,
that buckin' mother bucker will buck ya on the ground.
Yeah hoo- Hey, hey,
Yippy-i Ki-ay
Yippy-i Ki-ay
[Thanks to Dustin for lyrics]
[ More Niemann Jerrod Lyrics ]
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