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