for all my bull riding buddies out there:
he snarls and growls
my legs hug his back
he jerks and bolts
I tighten all the slack
the chute is secure
and the gate swings wide
my spurs make him leap
from side to side
he really hates me
he wants me gone
he wants to kill me
as long as I'm still on
he twists and turns
I'm trying to decide
which way he'll turn
on our eight second ride
one arm is dancing
over my head
the other is aching
and feels like lead
the bell rings loudly
and the crowd cheers
the bull only rages
with snorts and jeers
you'd think it's over
and you'd be wrong
I've still got to get off
and the fall is long
the clowns grab his attention
the gate door now beckons
it's a real tough life
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