Tyler Halverson Cowboy Is His Name

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Met up with Tyler Halverson at Tom Horn Days in Bosler Wyoming this year. Tyler has been hitting the road hard with tour dates all across the United States. Keep an eye out for new music from Tyler. • This song is a poem that Tyler put music to, the poem was made famous by the movie 8 Seconds, a film about the life of world champion bull rider Lane Frost, who tragically died riding a bull at Cheyenne Frontier Days. The poem is actually a condensed version of a poem written by legendary cowboy poet Baxter Black. The full poem goes as follows: • Legacy of the Rodeo Man • There's a hundred years of history and a hundred before that • All gathered in the thinkin' goin' on beneath his hat. • And back behind his eyeballs and pumpin' through his veins • Is the ghost of every cowboy that ever held the reins. • Every coil in his lasso's been thrown a million times • His quiet concentration's been distilled through ancient minds. • It's evolution workin' when the silver scratches hide • And a ghostly cowboy chorus fills his head and says, Let's ride. • The famous and the rowdy, the savage and the sane • the bluebloods and the hotbloods and the corriente strain • All knew his mother's mothers or was it his daddy's kin • 'Til he's nearly purely cowboy, born to ride and bred to win. • He's got Buffalo Bill Cody and Goodnight's jigger boss • And all of the brave blue soldiers that General Custer lost • The ghost of Pancho Villa, Sittin' Bull and Jessie James • All gathered by his campfire keepin' score and takin' names. • There's every Royal Mountie that ever got his man • And every day-work cowboy that ever made a hand • Each man that's rode before him, yup every mother's son • Is in his corner, rootin', when he nods to make his run. • Freckles Brown might pull his bull rope, • Casey Tibbs might jerk the flank, • Bill Pickett might be hazin' when he starts to turn the crank. • Plus Remington and Russell lookin' down his buckhorn sight • All watchin' through the window of this cowboy's eyes tonight. • And standin' in the catch pen or in chute number nine • Is the offspring of a mountain that's come down from olden time • A volcano waitin' quiet, 'til they climb upon his back • Rumblin' like the engine of a freight train on the track. • A cross between a she bear and a bad four wheel drive • With the fury of an eagle when it makes a power dive. • A snake who's lost its caution or a badger gone berserk • He's a screamin', stompin', clawin', rabid, mad dog piece o' work. • From the rollers in his nostrils to the foam upon his lips • From the hooves as hard as granite to the horns with dagger tips • From the flat black starin' shark's eye that's the mirror of his soul • Shines the challenge to each cowboy like the devil callin' roll. • In the seconds that tick slowly 'til he climbs upon his back • Each rider faces down the fear that makes his mouth go slack • And cuts his guts to ribbons and gives his tongue a coat • He swallows back the panic gorge that's risin' in his throat. • The smell of hot blue copper fills the air around his head • Then a single, solid shiver shakes away the doubt and dread • The cold flame burns within him 'til his skin's as cold as ice • And the dues he paid to get here are worth every sacrifice. • All the miles spent sleepy drivin', all the money down the drain • All the if I's and the nearly's , all the bandages and the pain • All the female tears left dryin', all the fever and the fight • Are just a small downpayment on the ride he makes tonight. • And his pardner in this madness that the cowboy's call a game • Is a ton of buckin' thunder bent on provin' why he came • But the cowboy never wavers he intends to do his best • And of that widow maker, he expects of him no less. • There's a solemn silent moment that every rider knows • When the time stops on a heartbeat like the earth itself was froze • Then all the ancient instinct fills the space between his ears • Til the whispers of his phantoms are the only thing he hears. • When you get down to the cuttin' and the leather touches hide • And there's nothin' left to think about, he nods and says, Outside! • Then frozen for an instant against the open gate • Is hist'ry turned to flesh and blood, a warrior incarnate. • And while they pose like statues in that flicker of an eye • There's somethin' almost sacred, you can see it if you try. • It's guts and love and glory-one mortal's chance at fame • His legacy is rodeo and cowboy is his name. • Baxter Black • Check out Tyler's Music on Spotify: • https://open.spotify.com/artist/3oFu5... • This video was recorded with permission from the artist.

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