The hurt. The anguish.
The excitement. The pride.
It's all involved
In this here ride.
You've got the bulls, the horses,
And the smell.
What's that on your boot?
You really can't tell.
It's the sounds of the animals.
The ones you don't wanna tame.
You just want that eight seconds.
The glory for your great name.
It's the wonder of it all.
And the Cowboys you call friends.
The hard work you enjoy doin'
That you just don't want to end.
So 'til climbin' on that hoss
Becomes too hard to do,
This is your life.
Without it, you're not You.
The hurt. The anguish.
The excitement. The pride.
It's all involved
In this here ride.
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