| Well first off you gotta wanna get off bad enough
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| To wanna get on in the first place
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| And you better trust in your lady luck
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| Pray to God that she don’t give up on you right now
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| Live fast, die young, bull rider, hey hey
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| Well the one hand hold is all you’ve got
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| To pit you and the bull against the clock and a course crowd
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| And just upon a spinnin' ton
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| Nothin' else you’ve ever done can pull this way
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| You’re just outside the buckin' chute
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| Lose a spur you lose your seat and you lose yourself
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| By now he’s buckin' mean and dirty
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| Slingin' mud and cowboy boots and kickin' clowns
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| No fools, no fun, bull rider, hey hey
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| You gotta feel the way he’s movin', you gotta watch his head
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| And brace yourself for anything that render you might dead
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| You know the art of hangin' loose is hangin' just as tight
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| Well it’s something like a hurricane dancin' with a kite
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| Live fast, die young, bull rider, hey hey
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| Well the rodeo is more than rough
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| It’s a fact of life and it’s tough to cut and it’s beaver hats
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| It’s drinking beer and pulling trailers
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| Tight lemae on barrel racers and a horse bucking
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| No fools, no fun, bull rider, hey hey
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| Live fast, die young, bull rider, hey hey |