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 youve ever done can pull this way Youre just outside the bucking chute You lose a spur and you lose your seat and you lose yourself By now hes bucking mean and dirty Slinging mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns No fools, no fun, bull rider You gotta feel the way hes 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 its something like a hurricane thats dancing with a kite Well the rodeo is more than rough Its a fact of life and its tough to cut and its beaver hats Its drinking beer and pulling trailers Tight lemae on barrel racers and a horse bucking No rides, no pay, bull rider HELL YEA
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 03:35:46 +0000