Chris LeDoux: A Cowboy’s Journey Through Music and Rodeo

About the song

Chris LeDoux was more than just a country singer—he was a symbol of the American West, a real-life cowboy whose music told stories of freedom, grit, and the rodeo life. Born in Biloxi, Mississippi in 1948, LeDoux grew up with a deep love for horses and country living. His early years were filled with rodeo competitions, and he eventually became a champion bareback rider, winning the 1976 Professional Rodeo Cowboys Association (PRCA) World Title. But behind the roar of the crowds and the dust of the arena, Chris had another passion: songwriting.

Long before he signed with a major label, LeDoux was already a legend among rodeo fans. He self-released dozens of albums, selling them out of the back of his truck at rodeo events. His songs weren’t polished by Nashville standards, but they were raw, honest, and full of soul—just like the man himself. Tracks like “This Cowboy’s Hat” and “Life Is a Highway” painted vivid pictures of the cowboy lifestyle, capturing both its romantic freedom and harsh realities.

LeDoux’s music reached a wider audience after Garth Brooks, a longtime fan, mentioned him in the hit song “Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)”. This moment brought LeDoux into the national spotlight, eventually leading to a recording contract and a new chapter in his career.

Despite his growing fame, Chris never strayed far from his roots. He continued to live on a ranch in Wyoming, valuing family, simplicity, and the open land. Sadly, he passed away in 2005 from cancer, but his legacy lives on. To this day, Chris LeDoux is remembered not just as a singer, but as a true cowboy poet—a man whose life and lyrics were one and the same.

Video

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Lyrics

Well, I was sittin’ in a coffee shop, just havin’ a cup to pass the timeSwappin’ Rodeo stories, with this ol’ cowboy friend of mineWhen some motorcycle riders started snickerin’ in the backThey started pokin’ fun at my friends hat
And one ol’ boy said, “Hey, Tex, where’d you park your horse?”My friend just pulled his hat down low, but they couldn’t be ignoredOne husky fella said, “I think I’ll just rip that hat right off your head”That’s when my friend turned around, and this is what he said
“You’ll ride a black tornado ‘cross the western skyYou’ll rope an ol’ blue northern, and milk it ’til it’s dryBulldog the Mississippi and pin its ears down flatLong before you take this cowboy’s hat”
He said, “Partner, now this ol’ hat it’s better left aloneYou see, it used to be my daddy’s, but last year he passed onMy nephew skinned the rattler that makes up this ol’ hat bandBut back in ’69, he died in Vietnam”
“Now the eagle feather was given to me by an Indian friend of mineBut someone ran him down somewhere around that Arizona lineAnd a real special lady gave me this hat pinBut I don’t know if I’ll ever see her again”
“You’ll ride a black tornado ‘cross the western skyYou’ll rope an ol’ blue northern, and milk it ’til it’s dryBulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flatLong before you take this cowboy’s hat”
“Now if your leather jacket means to you what this ol’ hat means to meThen I guess we understand each other, and we’ll just let it beBut if you still think it’s funny, my back’s against the wallBut if you touch my hat, you gotta fight us all”
Right then I caught a little sadness in that gang leader’s eyesHe turned back to the others, and they all just shuffled on outsideBut when my friend turned back towards me, I noticed his ol’ hat brimWell, it was turned up, in a big ol’ Texas grin
You’ll ride a black tornado ‘cross the western skyYou’ll rope an ol’ blue northern, and milk it ’til it’s dryBulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flatLong before you take this cowboy’s hat
You’ll ride a black tornado ‘cross the western skyYou’ll rope an ol’ blue northern, and milk it ’til it’s dryBulldog the Mississippi, pin its ears down flatLong before you take this cowboy’s hat
You’ll ride a black tornado ‘cross the western skyYou’ll rope an ol’ blue northern, and milk it ’til it’s dry

 

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