Bull Rider

Well, first you gotta want to get off,

Bad enough to want to get on in the first place

And you better trust in your lady luck

Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now

Live fast

Die young

Bull rider

One hand hold is all you got

To pit you and the bull against the clock and a course crowd

And once apon a spinning ton

Nothing else you've ever done can pull this way

You're just outside the bucking chute

You lose a spur and you lose your seat and you lose yourself

By now he's bucking mean and dirty

Slinging mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns

No fools

No fun

Bull rider

You gotta feel the way he's moving, you gotta watch his head

And brace yourself for anything that render you might dead

You know the art of hanging loose is hanging just as tight

Well, it's something like a hurricane that's dancing with a kite

Well, the rodeo is more than rough

It's a fact of life and it's tough to cut and it's beaver hats

It's drinking beer and pulling trailers

Tight lemae on barrel racers and a horse bucking

No rides

No pay

Bull rider

Live fast

Die young

Bull rider

Bull rider.