E
The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition grounds
    A
The chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' sounds

The horses all wound up the same as the ones that came before
   B7                            E
But we don't ride 'em anymore
E
There was a tear in his eye the day that I remember very well
            A
He said his luck was gone and his draw was bad and his ridin' had gone all to hell

He said Skoal and Dodge and Belvedere had found new men to adore
   B7                             E
But we don't ride 'em anymore  

CHORUS:
A                                  E
Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em to a standstill
A                                 E
Wear the silver buckle high point award
A                                                         E
Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em all the time
      B7
And now we don't ride 'em anymore

Listen close to the bull riders ropes as they resin up for war
And pay some close attention to the muses at your door
Listen close and listen well and absorb it to your core
Cuz one day you won't hear those sounds no more

CHORUS

The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition grounds
The chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' sounds
The horses all wound up the same as the ones that came before
But we don't ride 'em anymore