Hogan Right Shoulder Motion Elbow Plane Hitter

[Yoda]

Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
Ride 'em in, count 'em out,
Count 'em out, ride 'em in
Rawhide!

This is post low point right?

It is the end of the chorus, O.B., but it's not the end of the song. More verses follow!



I love the lyrics, energy and heart of this song. I love its primordial rhythm and the insistent crack of the bullwhip's lash. It captures the rigors of the thousand-mile cattle drives of the early West. And, in spirit, it is nothing less than the story of LBG and its push since 2004.

We're "rollin, rollin', rollin" . . .

"Though the streams are swollen" . . .

"Through rain and wind and weather" . . .

We're "hell bent for leather" . . .

Together to the end of the ride.