Bull Rider

I exit my trailer house That's hitched to my truck Limp to the arena walk through the muck Broken thirty-two bones Guess I'll never learn Twice I've been gored By the bull's horn I wonder what bull I'm going to "draw" I'm hoping to "cover" And get a good score Two thousand pounds Of muscle and hide I'm on a twister When I take the ride I'm a bull rider I ride the wind And I'm afixin To do it again It seems an eternity Once he exits that gate Only eight seconds Determines your fate I've been stomped on Dragged out barley alive Wouldn't change bull riding For no kind of life