Bull Rider (from "...Featuring Norah Jones" album)

Well first off you gotta wanna get off bad enough
To wanna 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, hey hey

Well the one hand hold is all you've got
To pit you and the bull against the clock and a course crowd
And just upon a spinning ton
Nothing else you've ever done can pull this way

You're just outside the bucking chute
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

No fools, no fun, bull rider, hey hey

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 dancing with a kite

Live fast, die young, bull rider, hey hey

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 fools, no fun, bull rider, hey hey
Live fast, die young, bull rider, hey hey