Well first you gotta want to get off,    Bad enough to want to get on in the first place   And you 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      One hand hold is all you got   To pit you and the bull against the clock and a course crowd   And once apon a spinning ton   Nothing else you’ve ever done can pull this way   You’re just outside the bucking chute   You lose a spur and you lose your seat and you lose yourself   By now he’s bucking mean and dirty   Slinging mud and cowboy boots and kicking clowns      No fools, no fun, bull rider      You gotta feel the way he’s moving, you gotta watch his head   And brace yourself for anything that render you might dead   You know the art of hanging loose is hanging just as tight   Well it’s something like a hurricane that’s dancing 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 rides, no pay, bull rider      Live fast, die young, bull rider