When (G)I was just a (C)very young (G)lad,
(G)I walked up and I (C)told my (G)dad,
A (C)bareback rider’s what I (F)wanna (C)be,
I (C)want the whole world to (F)know about (C)me.

In the (G)rodeo arena I’ll (C)take my (G)stand,
I (G)wanna be known as a (C)rodeo (G)man.
I’ll come (C)flyin’ from the chute with my (G)spurs up high,
(D)Chaps and boots reachin’ (G)for the sky.
(C)Spurrin’ wild with my (G)head flung back,
You’ll (D)ask whose that well that’s (G)Bareback Jack,
You’ll (D)ask whose that well that’s (G)Bareback Jack.

The (G)years of boyhood (C)now have (G)passed,
It (G)didn’t take long to learn the (C)tricks real (G)fast.
Now I’m (C)goin’ down the road with my (F)rodeo (C)gear,
And I (C)hope to make the finals in (F)just a few (C)years.

And (C)when my chance comes I’ll (F)give it a (C)whirl,
(C)Try to win the champion(F)ship of the (C)world,
I’ll come (F)flyin’ from the chutes with my (C)spurs up high,
(G)Chaps and boots reachin’ (C)for the sky,
(F)Spurrin’ wild with my (C)head flung back,
You’ll (G)all know me, I’m (C)Bareback Jack,
You’ll (G)all know me, I’m (C)Bareback Jack.

Well (G)here I am, I’m a-(C)layin’ in (G)bed,
The (G)sun of a buck jumped (C)onto my (G)head.
I’m a-(C)layin’ here dyin’ and a-(F)hurtin’ real (C)bad,
Now I (C)wish I’d listened (F)to my old (C)dad.

When he (C)said son you’d better stop (F)foolin’ a(C)round,
You’re (C)gonna get your guts stomped (F)into the (C)ground.
You’ll come (F)flyin’ from the chute with your (C)tail up high,
That (G)old buckin’ horse is gonna (C)throw ya in the sky,
(F)When you come down you’re gonna (C)break your back.
(STRUM) (G)Then we’ll all know you as Old (C)Crippled Up Jack,
In a (G)wheelchair with a broken (C)back.