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