There was a new bull on the circuit we'd  found out  just that day.
Would he be a Bufford or a honker? until a cowboy rode him it'd be kind of hard to say.

He wasn't nothin special. compared to other bulls he looked about the same.
The only thing we really knew was instant karma was his name.

Now cowboys can be a bit superstitious so we all felt a little dread.
Cause if this bull was really  karma we might end up maimed or dead.

Zeke Newell drew instant karma so he was the bull he'd ride on that day.
One look in to zeke's eyes, you could see he weren't a happy cowboy you might say.

All over Zeke's face you could see the fear a showen.
And as the afternoon wore on you could see that fear a grown.

Finally it was time for Zeke to take his ride.
He climbed a board old instant karma and got the bull rope tied.

There was no more fear in Zeke's eyes. It had been replaced by utter terror on his face.
No one would of blamed Zeke  if he'd bailed. I think it was only pride that kept Zeke in his place.

He tightened down the bull rope, gave a nod, and the gate was opened wide.
In a fraction of a second it was obvious that Zeke was  in...