Bull Rider

Well first of, 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, hey, hey

Now the one hand hold is all you got
To pit you and the bull against the clock in a course crowd
And just 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, you lose yourself and you lose your seat
By now he's bucking mean and dirty
Slinging mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns

No fools, no fun
Bull rider, hey, hey

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 dancing 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, 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