© words & music by Annie Wilson 
from CD Peace on the Prairie

Album Notes:  Undoubtedly one of the most remarkable women of the Flint Hills, Margie Roberts (1916-1982) was an incredible athlete and horsewoman who entertained crowds across the U.S. with her skill and daring feats.  (My thanks to her family members Shannan Hauser and Lala Roberts for their help on this song.)


My name is Margie Roberts and I ride the rodeo 
I grew up in the Flint Hills - The horse is what I know 
My dad would buy the wild ones; us kids would get ‘em rode 
We trained ‘em every day ‘til he’d get another load 

While the horses jumped and twisted, I learned to keep my balance 
Those childhood days of broncos - helped me hone my talents 
Soon the neighbors came to watch us - that’s how it all began 
The Flint Hills Rodeo was born - with the wild Roberts clan 

Soon I joined a Wild West Show - trick riding was my game 
The folks would come to see me - if the show bill had my name 
My special trick was standing - leaning forward in my “Dive” 
Held up by the wind and speed - I’d race around the side 

  The rhythm of a horse’s lope - comes more easily 
  Than walkin’ on the ground - on these legs God gave to me 
  I’d rather be on horseback - than any other place 
  Even when I’m on a bronco - there’s a smile on my face 

My horse and I would practice - all day in the arena 
I’d leap and do the double vault - like a horseback ballerina 
Side hang from the saddle - like the Indians used to ride 
Or lean clear back behind the tail - and do the backward drag 

I’d cross under the belly - while my horse would gallop ‘round 
The crowds would gasp and wonder - how I never hit the ground 
In western shows and circuses - even Madison Square Garden, 
I loved to hear the wild applause - as we’d finish up a hard one 

And-I rode in early rodeos - when women rode rough stock, 
I’d ride ‘em all and never fall - those bulls and saddle broncs 
Nineteen-forty was my glory - at the big one in Cheyenne 
I won the Ladies’ Bronc event - the U.S. champion      CHORUS 

Now my life is on the prairie - far from the crowd’s romance 
I raise and train my horses - on a little Flint Hills ranch 
My days are sweet and quiet - but I never will let go 
Of-those thrilling days and memories when
I rode the rodeo.