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You gotta feel the way he's movin' you gotta watch his head And brace yourself for anything that a friend of you might dead You know the art of hangin' loose hangin' just as tight Well there's something like a hurricane who's dancin' with the kite
Well the rodeo is more than rough It's a fact of life it's tough to cut his fever ass It's drinkin' beer and pullin' trailers Tighten may on barreled razors and horse's buck No rides no pay bull rider live fast die young bull rider bull rider bull rider
