Well I'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle
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For a lifetime of watching from the stands
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[ guitar ]
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His Stetson was faded and battered and worn
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The stubble of his beard showed flex of gray
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His limp was severe cause a leg had been torn by a bronc in his rodeo days
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He hung round the chutes while we waited to mount
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With a vague look of longing in his eyes
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He spoke very few words but he made 'em count
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He was broken forgotten but wise
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He said life's is just like ridin' broncs its a battle
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Then he rolled a cigarette with shaky hands
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Son I'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle
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For a lifetime of watching from the stands
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[ guitar ]
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I noticed the cigarette burns on his vest
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And the rembrandt of a dream left in his eyes
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The boys said he could have well been the best
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Had not fate cheated him of his prize
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Oh but I learned a lesson that I'd never known
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From this guy who'd been busted so bad
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It's better to ride even if you get throwed
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Than to wind up just wishing you had
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He said life's is just like...
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Yes I'll gladly take ten seconds in the saddle
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For a lifetime of watching from the stands
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Ten Seconds In The Saddle
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| Chris LeDoux |
