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
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