I may not have won,
But at least I survived.
I am going home empty,
But I still have my pride.
No fame, no buckle,
No saddle, no purse.
I'm bruised and I'm battered,
But it could be worse.
My duffel bags packed
If I leave by tonight.
I could make it to Houston
Just before light.
I pray a good bull
To me will be dealt.
And I will win a new buckle
To wear on my belt.
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