Bull Rider

Lyrics
First you've gotta wanna get off Bad enough to wanna get on him in the first place And you'd better trust in your Lady Luck Pray to God she don't give up on you right now Live fast Die young Bull rider One handhold is all you got It's you and the bull against the clock And, of course, the crowd And once upon a spinning ton Nothing else you've ever done can pull this way Just outside the bucking chute You lose a spur, you lose your seat And you lose yourself By now he's bucking mean and dirty Slinging shit and cowboy boots And kicking clows No fools No fun Bull rider You gotta feel the way he's moving (just feel the way) You gotta watch his head (gotta watch his head) And brace yourself for anything that will 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 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 lame on barrel racers and, of course, the buckle No rides No pay Bull rider Live fast Die young Bull rider
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Credits
- Writers
- Rodney Crowell