He adjusts his hat and checks his spurs
Then wraps his left hand tight.
He nods his head as the bull stirs
And hangs on with all his might.
Out the chute they go as one,
As he keeps his right hand high.
they spin, as he spurs on
It's make the 8 or die.
The buzzer sounds and he lets go
Then jumps up to miss a
He knows it was a helluva ride.
Yeah, you can see it in his look.
He ain't tryin to be macho...
just a man doin' what he loves.
So he picks up his hat, gives a wave,
And pulls off that worn out glove.
or lose, he'll ride again.
This is just what he knows best.
He'll take the blood, sweat, and tears
Just like all
You could say he's a lil crazy
And even tell him that he's nuts
But each time he faces death with
Yeah, crazy but he's got guts!
So next time you see a bullrider,
Least tip ur
hat as you pass by.
Cuz good or bad he's still rode well
And proved he's one helluva guy!