Open the Gate

Well, I heard you died out in Cheyenne With my mother's ring on your hand A note in your pocket Said, "I'll love you 'til I die" I can hear the bulls a coming To claim what they've been huntin' The son of a cowboy Came to claim his daddy's right And my baby, she's been crying At the thought of me dying She knows there's no stopping A man and his foolish pride So open the gates I'm here to prove I'm better than my father was And where he came from too Open the gates I'm here to ride To Hell I Go With daddy by my side And I ain't never feared nothing That was four legged and bucking Throw me on a hurricane And I'll ride it to the coast You'll never know that your son Came to do what you should've done On a summer day a long time ago Top a bull named To Hell I Go So open the gates I'm here to prove I'm better than my father was And where he came from too Open the gates I'm here to ride To Hell I Go With daddy by my side Well, I died out in Cheyenne With my baby there crying And a belly that's been growin' By the day And I know that my son Will do what his father should've done A long, long time ago On a bull named To Hell I Go So open the gates He's here to prove He's better than his father was And where he came from too Open the gates He's here to ride To Hell I Go's calf With daddy by his side