Chism

The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage that they wrapped around the stitches in my side These old country doctors have come to expect it from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride Now starin' at the ceiling I'm trying to get my senses but I can't recall too much of yesterday except for some cussin' at that bull we call chism as they turned us out of chute number 3 Chism Chism you're a big bad son of a gun Your hide is tough and it's been scarred Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung Chism you're the only reason that I keep on riding And I'll ride you before my ridin's done Someone's brought in the paper and I'm starin' unbelievin' At the story that's laid out before my eyes It talks about you chism how they brought you up from Texas And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together And it talks about your horn in my side But it's goin' on to say how they had to put you away But it don't tell about these tears in my eyes Chism Chism I love you you son of a gun Your hide was tough and it was scarred Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung Chism I tell you my ridin' days are done cause after you theres nothing left to ride REPEAT CHORUS 1