“8 Seconds to Forever”

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Down in Oklahoma where the red dirt breathes,

A cowboy was born with a heart that believed,

Boots on the ground ‘fore he could write his name,

Lane Frost ridin’ hard, chasin’ glory and fame.

From high school rodeos to the bright arena lights,

He learned real quick how to dance with a fight,

Dust in his lungs and fire in his veins,

Every broken bone just fueled that flame.

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He’d nod his head, say “Open that gate,”

Eight seconds long—decide your fate…

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It’s eight seconds to glory, eight seconds to fall,

Life on the edge where you risk it all,

From a small-town dream to the world’s grand stage,

Lane rode his name into history’s page.

Yeah the crowd would roar, but the silence came fast…

Legends ain’t measured by how long they last.

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Nineteen-eighty-seven, he took the gold,

World champ crown for a kid so bold,

With a smile so easy and a spirit so free,

He made that ride look like poetry.

Friends by his side like brothers in dust,

In that rodeo life built on grit and trust,

They laughed through the pain, they lived for the ride,

Never knowin’ how quick fate can decide…

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He’d nod his head, say “Let ‘er go,”

One more dance with a devil below…

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It’s eight seconds to glory, eight seconds to fall,

Life on the edge where you risk it all,

From a small-town dream to the world’s grand stage,

Lane rode his name into history’s page.

Yeah the crowd would roar, but the silence came fast…

Legends ain’t measured by how long they last.

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Cheyenne nights, July air thick,

One last bull, one final kick,

He made the ride, but fate had plans,

Steel horns struck like a ghost’s cold hands.

The crowd went still, the world held breath,

No one’s ready for a cowboy’s death,

In the dirt he lay where heroes stand…

He tipped his hat to a higher land.

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Now there’s a statue where the cowboys roam,

A fallen rider that found his home,

And every young gun with a rope and a dream,

Still chases echoes of that golden scene.

They say when the chute cracks late at night,

You can feel his ghost in the arena lights,

Eight seconds long but forever true…

That ride lives on in me and you.

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It’s eight seconds to glory, eight seconds to fall,

A life full of courage that gave it all,

From Oklahoma dust to eternity’s gate,

Lane Frost rode hard… he rode straight.

Yeah the crowd still roars every time boots hit sand…

‘Cause legends don’t die—they just leave this land.

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So raise one up when the sun goes down,

For the king of the rodeo, still wearin’ that crown…

Eight seconds here… forever out there…

Lane’s still ridin’ somewhere.