He's been hung up and stepped on and out-drawed and reduced to tearsnHe's done his best thinkin' with his hand in the riggin' for yearsnHe's got an old trophy saddle he won back in '75nHe's gettin' too old to travel, he's lucky he's even alivennWell he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than mostnAnd you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boastnUnless he's been drinkin' but hell he's been dry now for monthsnHe's a buckin' horse rider, he won down in Pendleton oncennHe's rode Moonshine and Three Bars and Hatrack and Kesler's whole stringnThere ain't a sound he likes better than hearin' them silver spurs ringnThe squeak of the resin and leather and the thump of the hoovesnHe's a buckin' horse rider and today he's got nothing to losennWell, he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than mostnAnd you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boastnUnless he's been drinkin' but hell he's been dry now for monthsnHe's a buckin' horse rider, he won up to Calgary oncennYeah, he's a buckin' horse rider, he even won old Cheyenne once