Текст Rodney Crowell – Bull Rider

First off you gotta wanna get off bad enough
To wanna get on him in the first place
And you 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 hand hold is all you’ve got
It’s you and the bull against the clock and of course the crowd
And once upon a spinnin’ ton
Nothin’ else you’ve ever done can pull this way

You’re just outside the buckin’ chute
You lose a spur, you lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now he’s buckin’ mean and dirty
Slingin’ shit and cowboy boots and kickin’ clowns

No fools, no fun, bull rider

You gotta feel the way he’s movin’, you gotta watch his head
And brace yourself for anything that render you might dead
You know the art of hangin’ loose is hangin’ just as tight
Well it’s something like a hurricane dancin’ 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 lemae on barrel racers and a horse bucking

No ride, no pain, bull rider,
Live fast, die young, bull rider