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 coarse crowd ●And once upon 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 clouds ●○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 ●○Live fast, die young, bull rider ●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 rein and barrel racers And a horse bucket ●○No fools, no fun, bull rider ●○Live fast, die young, bull rider