The Ballad of Bull Ramos

Drive a great big truck
 When I'm old, when I'm old
 Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard
 Help the boys unload
 Keep my hair nice and long
 Because I can, because I can
 Any of my old friends who have no place to turn to
 They know to call me any time they come through
 Never die, never die
 Stand with a bullwhip in my hand
 And rise, rise
 In the desert sand
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 Work days, work nights
 Finally get laid up
 By a piece of broken glass
 On the floor of the shop
 And the doctor recognizes me
 As the operating theater goes dim
 Aren't you that old wrestler with the bullwhip?
 Yes sir, that's me, I'm him
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 Get around fine on one leg
 Lose a kidney, then go blind
 Sit on my porch in Houston
 Let the good times dance across my mind
 Never die, never die
 Stand with a bullwhip in my hand
 And rise, rise
 Surrounded by friends