Rodeo bull riders2009

"To-o-o-om Wilson on Tequila! Let’s go-o-o-o-o! There’s a bucker! Climb the moon, bronc! Rake’m, Tommy! Rake ’em! Use yore feet. In the shoulders! The shoulders, Tom! Them two humps jist ahead of yore feet! A-a-a-a-w, pshaw! “No, ma’am, he didn’t. Good rider? Yes’m — morally. Was I pullin’ for him? Shore was. Look at that shirt he’s wearin’. I didn’t want it. No, ma’am, there ain’t no good riders left. They’re all gettin’ so short-legged that we’ll have to breed stock that have got their shoulders four feet nearer their rump...FROM THE BOOK.."