This ones for those rodeo friends of mine out there getting it done! Wrote this song in Athens Texas hanging with a few of my rodeo buddies. Written By David Simmons (The Ride) Every man draws a line that he won’t cross As much as I hate to admit it mines a little shorter than most And I keep searching for that spark deep inside That fire that takes my heart for a ride That feeling I can never get enough And it’s so tough so dam rough on my soul Like a balls and blood Texas rodeo Hell that city might be yours … But this here is my place And your can’t buy the smile on my face There’s no drug that could ever match that high The thrill of that eight second ride Yeah this time I win … Next time it just might be him But that’s the thing about the ride Lots of cowboys have tried This life leaves you beat down wore clean through Hell breaks your bones it leaves you black and blue And you could never understand that rush That high from that eight second ride The thrill of coming off on the other side still on your feet When you look that bull dead in the eyes Man and he knows he’s been beat Toss my hat into the crowd take a bow That’s big Texas smile roles across my face Hell that city might be yours … But this here is my place And your can’t buy the smile on my face There’s no drug that could ever match that high The thrill of that eight second ride Yeah this time I win … Next time it just might be him But that’s the thing about the ride Lots of cowboys have tried And there’s times I feel I’m broke in two Yeah when you know that bull got the best of you Those times it hurts to bad to walk Hell sometimes it even hurts when I talk When I try to stand but I can’t bend When I can’t get to my feet Yeah that’s the times I know I got beat But that sound of banging horns on that shoot That hold down tight for a push and a pull That beautiful cowgirl standing front in line She wants my time And again I win this time I win Hell that city might be yours … But this here is my place And your can’t buy the smile on my face There’s no drug that could ever match that high The thrill of that eight second ride Yeah this time I win … Next time it just might be him But that’s the thing about the ride Lots of cowboys have tried This life leaves you beat down wore clean through Hell breaks your bones it leaves you black and blue And you could never understand that rush That high from that eight second ride The thrill of coming off on the other side Still on your feet When you look that bull dead in the eyes Man and he knows he’s been beat Toss my hat into the crowd take a bow That’s big Texas smile roles across my face And when I’m dead then I can sleep When I won’t have to drive all night to make that next meet The thrill to draw the big Ace with the rage on his face That ring in his nose them blood shot eyes Just waiting to make his case for that eight second ride That feeling of being alive And it’s just me and him Pull that gate and lets find out who wins (CC DSLYRICS /TejasMusic 2012 00335678) This and all songs that are written with or by DSLYRICS/Tejas Music are copyrighted by the laws of the state of Texas
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 05:13:01 +0000
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