Verse 1:
Right downtown where the streetlights shine,
Where the cars roll by and the clocks keep time,
There’s a spot that everybody’s heard about
But they don’t all get to find.
A worn-out booth with our names carved in,
Old barstools and a jukebox spin,
Yeah the door stays open, but don’t mean you’re gettin’ in—
It just depends who you’re with.
Chorus:
‘Cause Bulls on Broad ain’t for everybody,
Just hometown hearts and the same ol’ bodies.
You can walk right past and never know
How deep the roots ‘round here really go.
Yeah it sits right there where the sidewalks meet,
But only some boots get to take that seat.
It’s downtown, yeah, but not everyone’s allowed—
That’s Bulls on Broad.
Verse 2:
We grew up together, we grew up rough,
Shared heartbreak whiskey and football stuff.
If you don’t know the laughs or the pain we’ve seen,
Then your money ain’t enough.
You gotta earn your place in a chair back there,
Prove you’re real by the stories you share.
We don’t ask for much—just show you care,
And don’t pretend to be somethin’ you ain’t.
Chorus:
‘Cause Bulls on Broad ain’t for everybody,
Just hometown hearts and the same ol’ bodies.
You can walk right past and never know
How deep the roots ‘round here really go.
Yeah it sits right there where the sidewalks meet,
But only some boots get to take that seat.
It’s downtown, yeah, but not everyone’s allowed—
That’s Bulls on Broad.
Bridge:
And if you’ve earned your name in this room,
You can show up any day, any time, any mood.
But if you ain’t got history here—
We’ll smile, nod, but your seat stays clear.
Final Chorus:
Yeah Bulls on Broad ain’t for everybody,
Just hometown hearts and the same ol’ bodies.
We don’t need to say who’s in and out—
If you know, you know—that’s what it’s about.
Right downtown where the city lives loud,
But only some of us are part of the crowd.
Yeah it’s downtown, sure—but not everybody’s allowed…
That’s Bulls on Broad.
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