wranglers, boots,spurs and hat
will my legs reach around him
damn that bulls fat

down inside the chute i climb
the world around me stops
including time

rosin on my chaps and glove
my rope gets pulled tight
thats a feeling i love

nod my head i am ready to ride
as the chute opens
he jumps outside

reaching out over his head
if i fall off
on me i hope he dont tread

he drops his head and spins to the right
spurs dig in and i hang on
with all my might

i hear the wistle blow
pull my rope into the air
and to the ground i go

as i get up the crowd begins to cheer
but till i am behind the gate
i show no fear