Being a bull ride’n rodeo hand takes guts aplenty

A 2,000 lb rodeo bull shor ain’t buck’n on empty

He’ll snort in the chute like there’s no tomorrow

his way of say’n ride’n me is yo’re worse horror

Ya resin up yo’re rig’n & yo’re grip hand ya pound

hope’n it’s 8 seconds fore yo’re feet hit the ground

The quiver of his muscles as yo’re set to straddle

this ole bull’s back don’t feel nothing like a saddle

Ya know how he moves like other folks go to schools

study’n his ways & hope’n he don’t change the rules

heart’s a pump’n & pound’n ready to nod yo’re head

know’n when that gate opens all he wants is you dead

8 seconds seems long as yo’re ride’em in this arena

with all his buck’n turn’n twist’n or being a spinner

Ya try & make quick adjustments to his every move

to maintain rhythm balance like stay’n in a groove

It ain’t all just muscle that makes him tough to ride

those muscles are covered with a rolling kinda hide

head is with or without the horns harder than a brick

kick’n hind legs so high throw’n ya forward is a trick

Put’n a horn to yo’re head can leave ya see’n stars

then the lights go out & he’s send’n ya toward Mars

That’s when yo’re shor nuff thankful for them clowns

work’n to keep him from pound’n ya into the ground

So when ya go to a rodeo to watch a bullride’ n man

risks he’ll take for you folks sit’n in the grandstand

ya realize it ain’t all about the money in what he does

aches & pains he endures is because of what he loves!