When the Rodeo Came to Town

I was a young girl, I just turned 6, not knowing about the cities and the towns. Until my father brought me to the town where everything exiting happens. I saw a rodeo when I came to town. I saw the bulls and the people, never seen so much. I knew this was where I belong; you can not take me back to the country. I was having so much fun until I saw a man fall of a bull, hitting the ground, cold and dead. It was time to go; Daddy bought me my very first pink cowboy hat. I told the bulls I’ll be back soon, I’ll miss you so much, and I got to go. I saw a rodeo, when I came to town. I saw the bulls and the people, never seen so much. I knew this was where I belong; you can not take me back to the country. 12 years down the road, still had my pink cowboy hat. I told my daddy, I’m leaving, moving to town. Becoming a bull rider, or at least a person in the stands. I ride the rodeo, I live in town. I ride the bulls and sing my song, trying to be the best that I can be. But I miss the old country. Now I remember how fun I was back then, goodbye bulls, goodbye people in the stands, and hello good old country!

Monica Gillis Song #1