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The blDood on my sheetsG has soakedD through the bandagGe
that they Dwrapped around the stitches in my Aside
These Dold country Gdoctors have Dcome to exGpect it
from the Emcowboys that come here Aonce a year to ride
Now Dstarin' at the Gceiling I'm Dtrying to get my Gsenses
but I cDan't recall too much of yesterAday
excDept for some cGussin' at that Dbull we call Gchism
as they Dturned us out of Achute number D3
GChism Chism you're a big bad son of a Agun
Your Bmhide is tough and it's been scarred
Where Emspurs have dug in deep but never Ahung
DChism you're the Gonly reason Dthat I keep on Griding
And I'll Dride you beAfore my ridin's Ddone
DSomeone's brought Gin the paper and I'm Dstarin' unbeGlievin'
At the Dstory that's laid out before my Aeyes
It Dtalks about you Gchism how they Dbrought you up from GTexas
And the Emcowboy that made a valiant A7 second ride
It Dmentions how you Gbroke your leg when Dwe went down togGether
And it Dtalks about your horn in my Aside
But it's Dgoin' on to Gsay how they had to Dput you Gaway
But it don't Dtell about these Atears in my Deyes
GChism Chism I love you you son of a Agun
Your Bmhide was tough and it was scarred
Where my Emspurs had dug in deep but never Ahung
DChism I Gtell you my Dridin' days are Gdone
cause Dafter you theres Anothing left to Dride
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