Em Well I heard you died out in Cheyenne C With my mother's ring on your hand G D A note in your pocket said "I'll love you till I die" Em C I can hear the bulls are coming to claim that they've been hunting G D The son of the cowboy came to claim his daddy's right Em C And my baby she's been crying at the thought of me dying G D She knows there's no stopping a man a D nd his foolish pride Chorus: C So open the gates G I'm here to prove D I'm better than my father was Em And where he came from too C Open the gates G I'm here to ride D To Hell I Go Em 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 Chorus Well, I died out in Cheyenne With my baby there crying And a belly that's been growing 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 Chorus: So open the gates He’s here to prove He’s better than his father was And where he came from, too So open the gates He’s here to ride To Hell I Go’s calf With daddy by his side | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C D Em G |