Hard and Fast

Harold was a man who tied hard and fast.
For him there was no other way.
To dally up short was just no kind of sport.
But all of that changed one day.

He'd found a cow in the meadow
That was sick and needed a shot.
So he rode up quick, gave his horse a good lick,
Went to rope her right here on the spot.

But his horse hit some grass and slid to the ground.
Like he'd stepped on a bar of soap.
Off Harold flew and his foot went clean through
The loop in the end of his rope.

Well the horse was nervous and prancin'
And as Harold looked up where he lay
He hollered whoa at the horse, which spooked him of course
And home was a mile away.

That horse stretched out, was coverin' the ground
With Harold along for the ride.
On every rock they'd bump and sagebrush they'd jump
He left hangin' some of his hide.

He pulled out his knife to cut himself free
Cause things were getting intense.
Cut it wasn't his day and he had to roll away
Just barely missin' the fence.

His wife heard then noise and came on the run
To see just what she could find.
But what caught her eye, was a horse flyin' by
And her husband a bouncin' behind.

Harold was sore for a couple of weeks.
He was bruised as well as his ego.
But now we all know that he never will go
And tie hard and fast his ol sego.

Now most ropers have some kind of mark
That show that they're men of the twine,
A double rigged saddle that's ready for battle
Or a horn that's easy to find.

Some dally ropers are minus a thumb
And one of two fingers are missin'.
But with that hitch in is stride that he can't seem to hide
We know now how Harold got hisn'.