Norah Jones - Bull Rider lyrics

Well, first you gotta want to get off Bad enough to want to get on him in the first place And you'd better trust in your lady luck Pray to God that she don't give up on you right now Live fast, die young, bull rider Well, the one hand hold is all you've got They pit you and the bulls against the clock and a coarse crowd And just upon a spinning ton Nothing else ever done can pull this way You're just outside the bucking chute You lose a spur, you'll lose your seat and you lose yourself By now he's bucking mean and dirty Slinging mud, cowboy boots and kicking clowns No fools, no fun, bull rider You got to feel the way he's moving, gotta watch his head And brace yourself for anything that render you mighty dead You know the art of hanging loose, hanging just as tight Well, it's something like a hurricane dancing with a kite Live fast, die young, bull rider Well, the rodeo is more than rough It's a fact of life that it's tough to cut fever a** It's drinking beer and pulling trailers Tired old men and barrel racers and a horse bucking No fools, no fun, bull rider Live fast, die young, bull rider