She begged him not to do it
as he walked toward the pen
where they held a bull so evil
it had killed a dozen men

But he just smiled and kissed her
and climbed up the wooden gate
then he saddled up the daemon
that had killed twelve men to date

She screamed its unlucky
you're the thirteenth man all said
to try and tame this here creature
that so far left twelve men dead

He tried to calm her fear
with a smile and with a look
as the gate was thrown wide open
and the ground beneath him shook

He failed to grip the reigns
as his hands were dripping wet
and the bull became a whirlwind
angered by the scent of sweat

The ground rushed to meet him
but the bulls horns caught him clean
and the hooves kicked down upon him
as twelve men became thirteen

She wept as they gave her
his old cowboy hat of black
and then she walked away in anger
with the promise she'd be back