Pbr
They come from every breed and colour
It's the life they live and they know no other
It's in their veins runnin strong
It's in their heart poundin on
It's a leap of faith into no man's land
Where usually the biggest are left to stand
It's just a dream or scene of the crash
That stops the cowboy dead in his tracks
They buck so hard and no one knows
The next move these bulls will throw
There's no routine or average path
Just pure athletics and skill to match
McBride and Marchi are always there
With Shivers and Moraes hot on the tear
It's these riders chance at fortune and fame
And the PBR is the name of the game
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