Bull Rider Lyrics - Old Yellow Moon - Emmylou Harris & Rodney Crowell

First you've gotta wanna get a hold 

Bad enough to wanna get on him in the first place 

And you'd better trust in you lady love 

Pray to God she don't give up on you right now 

Live fast, die young 

Bull rider 

One hand hold is all you got 

But you and the bull against the clock 

And of course, the crowd 

And once upon a spinning turn 

Nothing else you ever done can pull this weight 

Just outside the buckin' shoe 

You lose a spur, you lose, you'll see me lose yourself 

By now he's buckin' mean and dirty 

Slingin' shit in cowboy boots and kickin' clowns 

No fools, the fun 

Bull rider 

You gotta feel the way (just feel the way) 

You gotta watch his head (gotta watch his head) 

Embrace yourself for anything 

That will render you my friend 

You know the art of hanging this 

Hanging just as tight 

Well it's something like a hurricane 

Dancing with a kite 

Well the rodeo this morning rode 

It's a fact of life and it's tough to cut in its favorite hats 

It's drinking beer and pulling trails 

Idle may on barrel racers and of course a buck 

No ridin', no pain 

Bull rider 

Live fast, die young 

Bull rider