It's the bulls and blood, it's the dust and mud, it's the roar of a
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It’s the bulls and blood, it’s the dust and mud, it’s the roar of a Sunday crowd; it’s the white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle he’ll win in the next go ’round. It’s boots and chaps, it’s cowboy hats, it’s spurs and latigo. It’s the ropes and the reins and the joy and the pain, and they call the thing RODEO.
