When Bob Got Throwed

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When Bob Got Throwed

That time when Bob got throwed

I thought I sure would bust.

I like to died a-laffin’

To see him chewin’ dust.

He crawled on that Andy bronc

And hit him with a quirt.

The next thing that he knew

He was wallowin’ in the dirt.

Yes, it might a-killed him,

I heard the old ground pop;

But to see if he was injured

You bet I didn’t stop.

I just rolled on the ground

And began to kick and yell;

It like to tickled me to death

To see how hard he fell.

’Twarn’t more than a week ago

That I myself got throwed,

(But ’twas from a meaner horse

Than old Bob ever rode).

D’you reckon Bob looked sad and said,

“I hope that you ain’t hurt!”

Naw! He just laffed and laffed and laffed

To see me chewin’ dirt.

I’ve been prayin’ ever since

For his horse to turn his pack;

And when he done it, I’d a laffed

If it had broke his back.

So I was still a-howlin’

When Bob, he got up lame;

He seen his horse had run clean off

And so for me he came.

He first chucked sand into my eyes,

With a rock he rubbed my head,

Then he twisted both my arms⁠—

“Now go fetch that horse,” he said.

So I went and fetched him back,

But I was feelin’ good all day;

For I sure enough do love to see

A feller get throwed that way.