"Bull Rider" lyrics - SASHA DOBSON

Well, first you gotta want to get off
Bad enough to want to get on him in the first place
And you'd better trust in your lady luck
Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now
Live fast, die young, bull rider

Well, the one hand hold is all you've got
They pit you and the bulls against the clock and a coarse crowd
And just upon a spinning ton
Nothing else ever done can pull this way
You're just outside the bucking chute
You lose a spur, you'll lose your seat and you lose yourself
By now he's bucking mean and dirty
Slinging mud, cowboy boots and kicking clowns
No fools, no fun, bull rider

You got to feel the way he's moving, gotta watch his head
And brace yourself for anything that render you mighty dead
You know the art of hanging loose, hanging just as tight
Well, it's something like a hurricane dancing with a kite
Live fast, die young, bull rider

Well, the rodeo is more than rough
It's a fact of life that it's tough to cut fever ass
It's drinking beer and pulling trailers
Tired old men and barrel racers and a horse bucking
No fools, no fun, bull rider
Live fast, die young, bull rider