Тональность

 
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When I was just a very young lad 
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I walked up and I told my dad 
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А bareback riders what I wanna be 
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I want the whole world to know about me 
 
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In the rodeo arena I'll take my stand 
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I wanna be known as a rodeo man 
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I'll come flyin' from the chute with my spurs up high 
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Chaps and boots reachin for the sky 
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Spurrin wild with my head flung back 
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You'll ask who's that well that's Bareback Jack 
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You'll ask who's that well that's Bareback Jack 
 
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The years of boyhood now have passed 
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Didn't take long I learned the tricks real fast 
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Now I'm goin down the road with my rodeo gear 
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And I hope to make the finals in just a few years 
 
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And when my chance comes I'll give it a whirl 
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Try to win the championship of the world 
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I'll come flyin' from the chute with my spurs up high 
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Chaps and boots reachin for the sky 
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You'll all know me, I'm Bareback Jack 
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You'll all know me, I'm Bareback Jack 
 
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Well here I am, I'm a-layin in bed 
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The son of a buck jumped onto my head 
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I'm a-layin here dyin and a-hurtin real bad 
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And I wish I'd listened to my old dad 
 
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When he said son you better quit foolin around 
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Your gonna get your guts stomped into the ground 
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You'll come flyin from the chute with your tail up high 
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That old buckin horse is gonna throw you in the sky 
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And when you come down your gonna break your back 
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Then we'll all know you as Old Crippled Up Jack 
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In a wheelchair with a broken back