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folk
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americana
Lyrics
I'm horns and hooves, bucking high.
Come on cowboy, let's take a ride!
Horns going down, hooves in the air.
I'm not your Granny's rocking chair!
Horns and head, up and down.
All my hooves are off the ground.
Ride my back with just one hand.
Ride my back, cowboy man.
When I come flying out of the gate,
Chances are slim you'll ride for eight.
If you have what it takes, hold on tight.
I'm kicking and bucking with all my might.
I'm a bucking bull! Not here to play.
Hey cowboy, how long can you stay?
My horns and face are on the ground.
I'm one ton of fight, spinning round.
How long can you stay, cowboy man?
Holding on with just one hand?
When I come flying out of the gate,
Chances are slim you'll ride for eight.
Two hooves up, two hooves down.
Look out Cowboy, here comes the ground!
You didn't make eight this time 'round.
Try me again when you're back in town.
When I come flying out of the gate,
Chances are slim you'll ride for eight.