Ridin' the Wild

Dusty boots and worn-out spurs

Chasing dreams beneath these swirling clouds

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.

Mama’s tears and papa’s pride

Gotta make it or I’ll be stuck here in this rural night

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

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

Praying he sees one more ride

Before the final buzzer in the arena he will stay

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

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

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