So I'm sittin here rubbin my third-degree burn,
As I'm watchin and waitin for this darn horse to turn.
She's a wild one, my dad says, you can't train her,
But hell dad she's great, just whoop 'n spur.

 She's rolled over me twice and broke two of my ribs,
Still when we're saddlin I'm always first dibs.
I've got blisters from pullin all four of the reins,
I can't slow her down with shackles and chains.

My knees are bleeding through my white uniform,
And my shins are so swollen I need a boot-horn.
So we go for a jog and we're gettin in shape,
My horse is all lathered and I'm fat as an ape.

We trek through the trees and down the hillside,
To tell you the truth, she's a pretty smooth ride.
The problem occurs when you come to the gate...
Or a meadow, or brambles, or ice where she'll skate.

She's either real happy and just don't wanna stop,
Or she's tryin to kill me, or get stopped by a cop.
The problem here's normal, there's no one to blame,
But one more fall and I'm minus a brain.

When the weekend comes, we're ready to play,
So she jumps in the trailer and I throw her some hay.

I'll be out drivin at the wrong times of days,
And I'm fuelin at stations in my old flannel p.j 's.
I'm livin on red-bull, pop-tarts, and the sugars,
I'm feedin her healthy and she's still blowin' boogers.

So I meet up with me mate in some random old town,
She looks a bit like me; like a cat that just drowned.
But we yip 'n holler, 'cause we're psyched for the game,
We brag on our rigs and take off like a train.

There's no stoppin us now, we haven't a doubt,
'Till our treads peel off and our tires blow out.
So we curse and we fight and then I draw my gun,
But we laugh 'cause we know that gettin' there's half the fun.

So we fix ourselves up and we head into camp,
When I let my horse out she rolls off of the ramp.
The horses eat supper while we rig up a pen,
Got everything from brooms to bra's holdin 'em in.

When we sleep in the nose it's always real nice,
It's like either a freezer or a toaster with mice.
The alarm in the morning goes off and we awake,
It rattles that tin can like the tail of a snake.

So we blissfully peel ourselves off of floor,
Then we look at each other and run for the door.
Good God you look shitty, you get in a fight?
So we jump in the trough and then we're all right.

The horses got loose and it's negative thirty,
We get frostbite and then when we find 'em they're dirty.
We put on our jerseys, though we don't yet have a team,
Then we see who we're playin and we're gonna get reamed.

The line up's ridiculous 'cause my horse learned to fly,
When the ball's finally in, we all just about die.
By the end of the day we've all broken something,
We come off of the field with sore knees and mumbling.

The spectators see us coming and they clear a wide path,
They don't want to touch us; they've seen of our wrath.
We look at 'em and smile with a few missing teeth,
We shake bloody hands and then laugh with relief.

When we're out in the sun we get kinda crunchy,
So we shower and dress and then get the munchies.
We'll eat a good steak and we'll have a cold brew,
The steak's really good, but the beer's nothing new.

The end of the weekend's always kinda sad,
Even if we won it, we're just semi-glad.
So we all make the night last as long as we can,
It's high time we say bye, we've all hugged the can.

With these guys you don't know when you'll see them again
Next weekend, next year, and maybe never again.
We hook up our trailers and scatter with the winds,
The orange clouds turn red and then it all kinda blends.

The horses are asleep when we stop to get gas,
And I take a quick glance to see the last trailer pass.
The stars are all out as I pull in back home,
My horse runs around and I'm tired to the bone.

The barn's pretty quiet compared to that field,
I already miss them, but my envelope's sealed.
Yep tomorrow I pack up and head off to college,
That envelope holds my ticket to knowledge.

My horse isn't coming; I'll miss that wild thing,
She's definitely something I wanted to bring.
I'll miss all the bruises, the cuts and the headache,
And I'd miss running free, but that's something I'll take.

by Tennessee Lane