I’m no one jump chump
I’m no designer Jean team
I’m no bull tamin queen
I’m a bronc stompin king
Pull up to the gate looking for eight,
gas tank is low and it’s time roll.
Behind the chutes it’s quiet but don’t be mistaken I’m ready to riot.
Bull riders whinning bout dirt on their jeans what a bunch of queens
Gotta make sure their rope is extra sticky while they complain about the barrel racer Vicky.
They soundin kinda bitchy
Making my trigger finger itchy
My mind is clear I’m ready to ride
my horse is in so step aside.
I’m no one jump chump
I’m no designer Jean team
I’m no bull tamin queen
I’m a bronc stompin king
My bronc snorts fire he wants to buck it’s his desire
Feathered feet and tangled mane
I measure my rein
I drop my cinch
this wild ass brute won’t make me flinch
My saddle is cinched down and so is my hat
It’s time to trim the fat
I climb on and take a deep breath
I’m ready to ride this stud till his death
Time slows as I nod you bet
it’s time to go out and settle my debt.
I’m no one jump chump
I’m no designer Jean team
I’m no bull tamin queen
I’m a bronc stompin king
They open the gate I can’t be late
I reach for the mane
Hold for two then I cut loose
I don’t cheat em I’m here to beat em
In time and earning my dime I can’t give up gotta show these punks what’s up
The whistle blows and look for a spot I did again boys I’m on top
I look up to see my score as I walk out headed to the door
I’m no one jump chump
I’m no designer Jean team
I’m no bull tamin queen
I’m a bronc stompin king
On to the next one ole son
My trip ain’t done
Tape up my ribs to ride again
Climb out the car and shed off my sin
Hope the good lord is with me again
Crown and cowboy candy will help me through
I’m ready to pay my do
Checked the draw
I got M-50
Rears so big she’ll make you shifty
Thank God I’m a cowboy
I everyday is a joy.
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