Well, first you got to want to get off
Bad enough to wanna get on him
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
One hand hold is all you got
It's you and the bull against the clock
And a cross crowd
And once upon a spinning turn
Nothing else you've ever done
Can pull this way
You're just outside the bucking shoot
Lose a spur, you lose your seat
And you lose yourself
By now he's bucking mean and dirty
Slinging mud and cowboy boots
And kicking clowns
No fools
Go fun
Bull rider
You've got to feel the way he's moving
You've got to watch his head
And brace yourself for anything
That a friend of you might dread
You know the art of hanging loose
Hanging just as tight
Well, there's something like a hurricane
Who's dancing with the kite
Well, the rodeo is more than rough
It's a fact of life
It's tough to cut his fever ass
It's drinking beer and pulling trailers
Tighten may on barreled razors
And horse's buck
No rides
No pay
Bull rider
Live fast
Die young
Bull rider
Bull rider