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Lyrics
[Intro]
Dusty boots and worn-out spurs
Chasing dreams beneath these swirling clouds
[Verse 1]
There ain’t much to him
And not many words said
Only owns the cloths he’s wearing
Worn out boots and the hat atop his head
He puts out his cigarette
Right before he shuts his eyes
As he drifts off to sleep
The rodeo is on his mind.
[Pre-Chorus]
Mama’s tears and papa’s pride
Gotta make it or I’ll be stuck here in this rural night
[Chorus]
Ridin’ the wild, trying to hit the big time
Chasing the glory, leaving fears behind
Struggles and scars, but I won’t quit now
Just a poor bull rider, gonna make it somehow
[Verse 2]
His body has been beat down and broken before
But again, he nods his head asking for some more
It’s 8 seconds to glory or 8 seconds to death
He prays for many more rodeos before his final breath
He has left his woman crying begging him to stay
Still he loads up his truck, to be gone the next day
[Pre-Chorus]
Praying he sees one more ride
Before the final buzzer in the arena he will stay
[Chorus]
Ridin’ the wild, trying to hit the big time
Chasing the glory, leaving fears behind
Struggles and scars, but I won’t quit now
Just a poor bull rider, gonna make it somehow
[Bridge]
Every fall is a lesson learned
Every scar’s a badge I’ve earned
Dreams of the bright lights and the roar
One day, I’ll settle, but not yet for sure
[Outro]
Dust settles over these rugged lands
Hoping my name will be cheered, someday in the stands
Till then I ride, regardless of the cost
Living this wild dream, never counting the loss
Details
GeneratedJan 1, 2026
Duration3:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Classic 70s country, acoustic guitar, steel guitar, heartfelt vocals, male
Credits
Prompt byBigTex83
ModelAria v5
