His Stetson was faded and battered and worn The stubble of his beard showed flecks of gray His limp was severe ?cause a leg had been torn By a bronc, in his rodeo days He hung round the chutes while we waited to mount With a vague look of longing in his eyes He spoke very few words but he made ''em count He was broken, for- -gotten but wise Chorus He said life''s is just like ridin'' broncs its a battle Then he rolled a cigarette with shaky hands See son I''d gladly take ten seconds in the saddle For a lifetime of watching from the stands Instrumental: