Nodding my head to open the gate
Ive been riding like this since I was eight.
Praying for the whistle before I fall
I bear down and give it my all.
Theres no feeling like a 90-point ride -
Dropping and spinning, Im spurring his side.
The whistle blows - the crowd goes crazy
The bullfighters scramble and fight to save me.
Been bucked off, stomped on, and drug through the dirt.
Beat up, broken and many times hurt.
But Im in the chute when my number is called.
Ready to ride - to give it my all.
Some say Im crazy for riding those bulls -
Risking my life when I should be in school.
But I chase a dream few understand.
Oh the memories Ill have when Im an old man.
The challenge I face whenever I ride
Isnt the bull, instead its my mind.
Ill cover the bull I get in the draw
If I stay focused and give it my all.
Each morning Im eager to start a new day.
Im chasing my dreams the cowboy way.
The season is over and Im headed back home.
Ive won, Ive lost; Ive triumphed and grown.
Come next year on the first rodeo date,
My rope is set and I nod for the gate.
God has so blessed me - Im having a ball.
The gate swings open and I give it my all.
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