Bull Rider

First you’ve gotta wanna get a hold Bad enough to wanna get on him in the first place And you’d better trust in you lady love Pray to God she don’t give up on you right now Live fast, die young Bull rider One hand hold is all you got But you and the bull against the clock And of course, the crowd And once upon a spinning turn Nothing else you ever done can pull this weight Just outside the buckin' shoe You lose a spur, you lose, you’ll see me lose yourself By now he’s buckin' mean and dirty Slingin' shit in cowboy boots and kickin' clowns No fools, the fun Bull rider You gotta feel the way (just feel the way) You gotta watch his head (gotta watch his head) Embrace yourself for anything That will render you my friend You know the art of hanging this Hanging just as tight Well it’s something like a hurricane Dancing with a kite Well the rodeo this morning rode It’s a fact of life and it’s tough to cut in its favorite hats It’s drinking beer and pulling trails Idle may on barrel racers and of course a buck No ridin', no pain Bull rider Live fast, die young Bull rider --- Bull Rider - Rodney Crowell and Emmylou Harris