Bull Rider

Well first off you gotta wanna get off bad enough

To wanna 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, hey hey



Well the one hand hold is all you've got

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

And just upon a spinnin' ton

Nothin' else you've ever done can pull this way



You're just outside the buckin' chute

Lose a spur you lose your 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, hey hey



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

And brace yourself for anything that render you might dead

You know the art of hangin' loose is hangin' just as tight

Well it's something like a hurricane dancin' with a kite



Live fast, die young, bull rider, hey hey



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 fools, no fun, bull rider, hey hey

Live fast, die young, bull rider, hey hey