Pounding hoofbeats, the cadence of my heart
Nervousness creeps up to my ears, they burn
My horse, dancing, nervous, anxious to start
Flared nostrils, frothed mouth, he knows it's his turn
Crackling through the loudspeaker, my name
I pick up my reins as we near the gate
It's only the rush, no fortune, no fame
Upon the first barrel, ready to rate
Push past the second, forgetting to breathe
My horse knows his job, he’s loose in my hands
Backside of the third, I let him go free
A short lived thrill is what this sport demands
Short lived indeed, in fact it was our last
Companionship to this day unsurpassed
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