Ballad of Sim Weston Jr

They arced on the highway one October mornin'
When that renegade bay dropped his head without warnin'
With two oncoming semis in either direction
We reigned up to witness the fate of Simmie Weston
While off to the west over Monte dark thunderclouds gathered
With his spurs deep in flanks it was clear that nothing else mattered
With nothing to spare in time’s narrow portal
We all turned to see Simmie Weston become immortal
They were frozen in time; they were framed in blue lightnin'
And I knew in my mind he’d die tryin' to fight him
As an oncoming semi laid hard on the horn
I saw the eyes of that bronc become lost and forlorn
While off on the soft grassy shoulder a thousand black cattle
Bellowed in rhythm with thunder a song for the battle
At the last fleeting moment in time’s narrow portal
The bay horse decided Simmie Weston’s immortal
Some men speak of legend I’ve told you no tale
The greatest bronc fighters would die rather than fail
But he rides today through time’s narrow portal
Through the Deseret sage… Simmie Weston, the immortal