LYRIC FOR SALE

By Paul Adrain Hodgkin

Chorus:
Don't call me no shitter
Though I've told my share
I swear
It was a cowboy on a Harley

Verse 1:
It was in 46 with all the heroes come home
They's a great bunch of busters
But they'd all gotten throwed
What didn't get crippled
Done got theyselves dead
Cause of a brahma named Harpoon
We'd all come to dread

Verse 2:
It was the 4th of July
At the big rodeo
They's offering cash money
For any man can't be throwed
I was thinking it over
Just when some feller said
"Lookie there down the highway
Comes something bright red"

Chorus:
Don't call me no shitter
Though I've told my share
I swear
It was a cowboy on a Harley

Verse 3:
Well he skidded right up next to the chute
A mean looker with tattoos
And grease on his boots
He jumps on old Harpoon
And rides past the bell
He didn't get off
Till he rode him to hell

Verse 4:
He pockets the winnings
And he drinks all our beer
It was then that I noticed
He had a ring in his ear
I catches him eyeing
My sweet Nancy Ray
The next thing I'm knowing
They's both riding away

Chorus:
Don't call me no shitter
Though I've told my share
I swear
It was a cowboy on a Harley