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

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

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