Bull Rider

Well first you gotta want to get off
Bad enough to want to get on him 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 get you and the bull against the clock
And a coarse crowd..

And once upon a spinnin' ton
Nothin else you've ever done can pull this way
You're just outside the buckin' chute
Lose the spur, you lose the seat
And you lose yourself

By now he's buckin' mean and dirty,
Slingin' mud and cowboy boots and kickin' clowns-

No Fools, No Fun..Bull Rider

You gotta feel the way he's movin'
You gotta watch his head,
And brace yourself for anything
That'll render you might dead

You know the art of hangin' loose
Hangin' just as tight
Its somethin' like a hurricane
Thats dancin' with a kite..

Well the rodeo's more than rough
Its a fact of life its tough to cut
And its beaver hats

Its drinkin' beer and pullin' trailers,
Tight lemae on barrel racers
and a horse bucking

No rights..No pay..Bull Rider
Live fast, Die Young, Bull Rider..

Bull Rider..