Raw Ride


Ride a pig, ride a cow.

It don’t matter what or how.

Whirlin’ twirlin’ spinnin’ grinnin’

 Goin’ so fast you think you’re winnin’.


Rawhide, scrape the side of the fence,

Take a hit to your pride – raw ride.


“Mount that piggy, crank its’ tail

Like an old ‘model-T’ it never fails.”

Off so quick nearly left my rear behind

Seems my authority’s been undermined


Rawhide, scrape the side of the fence,

Take a hit from your ride – raw side.


Fall in, roll in and commin’ to a stop in slop.

Can’t see no sky – got some sty in my eye!

Up my nose, all over my clothes,

Need a good rinse with the rubber hose.


Rawhide, scrape the side of the fence,

Fly through the sty – raw slide.


Trade that pig in for a cow

It’s much bigger than a sow

Jump on from behind when she ain’t lookin’

Got a hard ass seat and now she’s cookin’


Raw ride came without a mane

Odds imply there’ll be some pain


Don’t take long before I get bucked off

Trade my lucky stars to drop anchor in a trough

But I land head first on the hard pan ground

Out cold for a spell ‘til I come around


Rawhide a real hard ride

Me and my pride cast aside


Ride a pig, ride a cow.

It don’t matter what or how.

Whirlin’ twirlin’ spinnin’ grinnin’

Goin’ so fast you think you’re winnin’.


Rawhide my skins’ worn thin – take it on the chin

Rawhide how I tried  – couldn’t ride, lost some pride

And a lot of skin


© David Girard 29/12/17





* Based on the spontaneous riding lessons I received as an eight year old at the Byron farm.





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