Biografía:
Chris Ledoux nació en Biloxi, Mississippi, el 2 de Octubre de 1948. Su padre, piloto de las Fuerzas Aéreas, es destinado a Austin, Texas, donde Chris toma contacto, ya de bien pequeño, con la música country y con los rodeos. Ambas cosas marcarían su vida. Decidió dedicarse profesionalmente al mundo del Rodeo, ganando su primer campeonato del mundo de la Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association (PRCA) en 1976, estando en primera línea hasta 1980, año en el que se retiró.
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Otras canciones:
- 8 Second Ride
- All Around Cowboy
- All Around Cowboy Of 1964
- Amarillo Lights
- Bang A Drum
- Bareback Jack
- Between The Rainbows And The Rain
- Blue Bonnet Blues
- Bluebonnet Blues
- Buckskin Lady
- Bull Rider
- Caballo Diablo
- Cadillac Cowboy
- Cadillac Ranch
- Call Of The Wild
- Copenhagen
- Country Star
- County Fair
- Cowboy Songs
- Cowboy Up
- Cowboys Like A Lil Bit Rock N Roll
- Daily Bread
- Dallas Days And Fort Worth Nights
- Daydream Cowboy
- Five Dollar Fine
- God Must Be A Cowboy
- Goin And A Blowin
- Hair Trigger Colt 44
- Hairtrigger Colt 44
- He Ride The Wild Horses
- Horsepower
- Horses And Cattle
- I Believe In America
- I Dont Want To Mention Any Names
- Life Is A Highway
- Look At You Girl
- Melodies And Memories
- Mighty Lucky Man
- National Finals Rodeo
- Not For Heroes
- Old Jake
- Old Paint
- One Ride In Vegas
- Paint Me Back Home In Wyoming
- Photo Finish
- Powder River Home
- Reride
- Ridin For A Fall
- Riding For A Fall
- Rodeo Rose
- Rodeo Trails
- Silence On The Line
- Simple As Dirt
- Some Things Never Change
- Stampede
- Ten Seconds In The Saddle
- Thank The Cowboy For The Ride
- The Blizzard
- The Bucking Machine
- The Bull Rider
- The Passenger
- The Ride
- Them Bareback Horses
- This Cowboys Hat
- Tight Levis And Yellow Ribbons
- Tight Levis And Yellow Ribbons 2
- Tougher Than The Rest
- Western Skies
- Whatcha Gonna Do With A Cowboy
- Yellow Brick Road Turns Blue
- Yellow Outlaw Stud
- You Just Cant See Him From The Road
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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Date: Thu, 28 Dec 1995 08:23:29 -0600
From: Ken Keefover
Subject: The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
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The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
D G
I was sittin' in bar room one rainy afternoon
A D
Tellin' stories about rodeo and listening to a tune
G
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
A D
So Joe (or name of your choice) took our names and put our entries down.
G
I went to the office the next day to see
A D
What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees.
G
I looked on the list but my name wasn't found
A D
I thought Joe might of forgot to put me down.
G
Well, I looked on the board and I happened to find,
A D
My name was on another list, I was in the Bull Riding.
G
My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat,
A D
Then I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office steps.
G
Well, I may be a fool but a coward I'm not,
A D
So I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the knot.
G
I walked in the arena with them other bullridin' fools,
A D
Walked down the chutes, and found my bull.
G
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back,
D G
Then had some cowboy pull up the slack,
D G
Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back,
A D
And said "Boys, open the gate just a little bitty crack!".
G
Well, the bull hit the gate with his head
A D
And I could see over his hump that his eyes was red.
G
He bailed outta there with a big snort and a beller'
A D
And somethin' inside me told me I was yeller'
G
The dust and hair and flies from off his hump,
A D
Did whisk to my nose as he made another jump.
G
And the stink of it all was more than I could stand,
A D
So I jerked my wrap, and opened my hand.
G
Well, he jumped through air as he made one more turn,
A D
That rope slid through my hand it sure did burn.
G
He flang me down in a great big heap,
A D
And right in the middle of me he did leap.
D(strum once) G(strum once)
With his feet on my belly, standing in place,
A(strum once) D(strum once)
That dirty ole' bull, blew snot in my face.
D G
Well, them danged ole bulls you can run 'em the chutes,
D G
Put your ropes on them big gallutes,
D G
But the closest your gonna find me to their stinkin' hair,
A D A D
Is to help some other fool get flung in the air.
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Date: Thu, 28 Dec 1995 08:23:29 -0600
From: Ken Keefover
Subject: The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
X-Sender: [email protected]
Resent-to: [email protected]
To: [email protected]
MIME-version: 1.0
The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
D G
I was sittin' in bar room one rainy afternoon
A D
Tellin' stories about rodeo and listening to a tune
G
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
A D
So Joe (or name of your choice) took our names and put our entries down.
G
I went to the office the next day to see
A D
What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees.
G
I looked on the list but my name wasn't found
A D
I thought Joe might of forgot to put me down.
G
Well, I looked on the board and I happened to find,
A D
My name was on another list, I was in the Bull Riding.
G
My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat,
A D
Then I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office steps.
G
Well, I may be a fool but a coward I'm not,
A D
So I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the knot.
G
I walked in the arena with them other bullridin' fools,
A D
Walked down the chutes, and found my bull.
G
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back,
D G
Then had some cowboy pull up the slack,
D G
Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back,
A D
And said "Boys, open the gate just a little bitty crack!".
G
Well, the bull hit the gate with his head
A D
And I could see over his hump that his eyes was red.
G
He bailed outta there with a big snort and a beller'
A D
And somethin' inside me told me I was yeller'
G
The dust and hair and flies from off his hump,
A D
Did whisk to my nose as he made another jump.
G
And the stink of it all was more than I could stand,
A D
So I jerked my wrap, and opened my hand.
G
Well, he jumped through air as he made one more turn,
A D
That rope slid through my hand it sure did burn.
G
He flang me down in a great big heap,
A D
And right in the middle of me he did leap.
D(strum once) G(strum once)
With his feet on my belly, standing in place,
A(strum once) D(strum once)
That dirty ole' bull, blew snot in my face.
D G
Well, them danged ole bulls you can run 'em the chutes,
D G
Put your ropes on them big gallutes,
D G
But the closest your gonna find me to their stinkin' hair,
A D A D
Is to help some other fool get flung in the air.
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