We Used to Ride 'em-Corb Lund Band

The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition grounds The chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' sounds The horses all wound up the same as the ones that came before But we don't ride 'em anymore There was a tear in his eye the day that I remember very well He said his luck was gone and his draw was bad and his ridin' had gone all to hell He said Skoal and Dodge and Belvedere had found new men to adore But we don't ride 'em anymore Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em to a standstill Wear the silver buckle high point award Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em all the time And now we don't ride 'em anymore Listen close to the bull riders ropes as they resin up for war And pay some close attention to the muses at your door Listen close and listen well and absorb it to your core Cuz one day you won't hear those sounds no more Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em to a standstill Wear the silver buckle high point award Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em all the time And now we don't ride 'em anymore The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition grounds The chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' sounds The horses all wound up the same as the ones that came before But we don't ride 'em anymore