Bad enough to wanna get on him in the first place
And you’d better trust in your lady luck
Pray to God she don’t give up on you right now
Live fast, die young
Bull rider
One hand hold is all you got
It's you and the bull against the clock
And of course, the crowd
And once up on a spinning ton
Nothing else you ever done can pull it's weight
Just outside the buckin chute
You lose a spur, you lose your seat, you lose yourself
By now he’s buckin mean and dirty
Slingin shit and cowboy boots and kickin clowns
No fools, no fun
Bull rider
You gotta feel the way he's moving (just feel the way he's moving)
You gotta watch his head (gotta watch his head)
Embrace yourself for anything
That will render you now dead
You know the art of hangings
Hang on just as tight
Well it’s something like a hurricane
Dancing with a kite
Well the rodeo is more than rough
It’s a fact of life and it’s tough to cut in it's favorite hats
It’s drinking beer and pulling trailers
Idle may on barrel racers and of course the bars
No ridin, no pain
Bull rider
Live fast, die young
Bull rider
First you’ve gotta wanna get a hold Bad enough to wanna get on him in the first place And you’d better trust in your lady luck Pray to God she don’t give up on you right now Live fast, die young Bull rider One hand hold is all you got It's you and the bull against the clock And of course, the crowd And once up on a spinning ton Nothing else you ever done can pull it's weight Just outside the buckin chute You lose a spur, you lose your seat, you lose yourself By now he’s buckin mean and dirty Slingin shit and cowboy boots and kickin clowns No fools, no fun Bull rider You gotta feel the way he's moving (just feel the way he's moving) You gotta watch his head (gotta watch his head) Embrace yourself for anything That will render you now dead You know the art of hangings Hang on just as tight Well it’s something like a hurricane Dancing with a kite Well the rodeo is more than rough It’s a fact of life and it’s tough to cut in it's favorite hats It’s drinking beer and pulling trailers Idle may on barrel racers and of course the bars No ridin, no pain Bull rider Live fast, die young Bull rider Explain Request ×
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