C Well first you got to want to get off bad enough G to wanna get on him in the first place C And you better trust in your lady luck G Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now Chorus: C Bm Em Live fast, die young bull rider One hand hold is all you got it's you and the bull against the clock and a cross crowd And once upon a spinning to nothing else you've ever done can pull this way You're just outside the bucking shoot Lose a spur, you lose your seat and you lose yourself By now he's bucking mean and dirty Slinging mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns Chorus You've got to feel the way he's moving, you've got to watch his head And brace yourself for anything that a friend of you might dread You know the art of hanging loose, hanging just as tight Well there's something like a hurricane who's dancing with the kite Well, the rodeo is more than rough It's a fact of life it's tough to cut his fever ass It's drinking beer and pulling trailers Tighten may on barreled razors and horse's buck Chorus - x3 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC Em G Bm |
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