Bull Rider

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