He rode in the mutton bustin',
  he rode in the school championship,
he held on for dear life,
  found a life-long relationship.

He rode many a bull,
  he rode them well,
never stopped ridden,
  till' they rang the bell.

Lane rode for the challenge,
  he gave the bulls hell,
Lane rode for the thrill,
  till' they rang the bell.

Then came Kellie,
  couldn't resist her twinkling eye,
for her he hung the moon,
  or baked a pie in the sky.

Lane tried and cried,
  a burning out of control,
for the love of his Father,
  he gave his heart and soul.

Lane married Kellie,
  with her he tied the knot,
gave her his love and devotion,
  and everything he ever got.

He wanted to do what was right,
  he tried so very hard,
he made promises he couldn't keep,
  he nearly broke her tender heart.

But ridden Red Rock,
  now that was a true test,
he beat that old bull,
  he proved he was the best.

Then his dad expressed his love,
  he told him, "son, your swell.
you're now the best,
  you proved it by ringing the bell."

He nearly lost his one true love,
  almost pissed her away,
nearly gave in to temptation,
  one night, when tempted to stray.

Forgiveness was in her heart,
  she forgave him his fault,
he told her he loved her,
  but he wasn't worth a grain of salt.

They promised their love,
  till' death do us part,
then that damn bull,
  pierced Lane's heart.

On a sunny day in Cheyenne,
  Lane gave 'em hell,
he rode the old bull,
  he rang the last bell.

Tears left a trace,
  on Kellie and Tuff's face,
they said "good-bye"
  to their favorite guy.

At finals, Tuff rode once more,
  he rode long, he rode well,
he rode, and he rode, and he rode,
  far past that ol' bell.

"This ones for you old friend,"
  Tuff promised before the ride,
"we'll soon be together,
  on that long, dust trail ride."

"Happy Trails, old friend,
  till' we meet again,
you'll not be forgotten,
  I named my son Lane."
    © 1998 Randolph D Brown Jr