Jeremiah's Last Ride

Jeremiah rode a buckin' horse

It was an unchained natural force

They took a free, unguided course

And the rest was history

When all the girls in rodeo town

Heard that he had fallen down

You could almost hear the sound

Of them fallin' to their knees

The way night falls through the trees

There was a full moon shinin' bright

Down at the old fairground one night

Breakin' out of chute #1 was that old gray line-back dun

The only bronc that Jeremiah never won

You couldn't hear a single breath

Eight seconds was all he had left

The one that threw him to his death

Saw the crowd one more time

And I was only nine years old

Still I shivered in that cold

For I knew that he had sold his soul

And left the rest of us behind

Like beggars in the welfare line

Then they turned out all the lights

Down at the old fairground that night

The gate shut like the bullet of a gun

On that old gray line-back dun

The only bronc that Jeremiah never won

There were tears of joy and pain

They'd never see that bronc again

They'd never see the boy he killed

Though I believe he's ridin' still

And where that old gray dun is now

Nobody ever talks about

But I think about him when they turn me out

And my spurs sink in again

When I ride I ride for him

When there's a full moon shinin' bright

And it hits the old fairground just right

Breakin' out of chute #1

It's Jeremiah and that old gray dun

The only bronc he never won

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