Riding and roping, dreaming and hoping,
the cattle are lowing, the branding is over,
the buckin' bulls bunched and penned to the side,
while we sort the rest, by the brands on their hide,
the dust will be choking, and in our eyes,
I thought this season would never pass,
from the ranch and into town,
people are gathered from miles around,
hoping to watch that 8 second ride