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Lyrics
[Intro]
[low vocal register]House dust
Boot scrape
Rope burn
Heart quake[/low vocal register]
[Verse 1]
Gate man winks
Says
"You sure?"
My hand’s in the rope
Knuckles pure
Rosin on the glove
Sweat in my eyes
Mama in the stands
Tryin’ not to cry
Head nod once
That chute flies wide
Hooves hit dirt
And I kiss the sky
[Chorus]
Eight seconds and a prayer
Hold tight
Hold tight
Hold tight (hey!)
World’s spinnin’ like it just don’t care
But I ain’t lettin’ go tonight
Crowd roars
But it’s all a blur
Just me and that thunder under my spurs
Eight seconds and a prayer
And my name in the county air
[Verse 2]
First jump hits
Like a fist to the chest
He spins left
Whips right
Tryin’ to shake off the pest
I bite down hard
On the taste of fear
Countin’ every heartbeat
Boomin’ in my ear
Four… five…
My arm feels torn
Six… seven…
I was born for this storm
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[louder]Dust in my teeth
Tail in my face
I ain’t lookin’ for glory
I’m just married to the chase[/louder]
If I fly
I fly
If I hit that ground
They’ll still say my name
When they pack this town
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[whispered vocals]Gate latch clicks
Crowd goes wild
Eight seconds bought
On a cowboy’s smile
Details
GeneratedJan 11, 2026
Duration3:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Rowdy live county-rock band, overdriven telecaster riffs and stomping kick, crowd-chant chorus built for arenas. Verses stay tight and talky over a chugging groove; chorus explodes with gang vocals and big open chords. Male vocals with a gritty drawl, plenty of ad-libs and crowd call-and-response.
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Prompt by
UrbanNote672
UrbanNote672ModelAria v5
Prompt
live, county rock song about making the 8 seconds riding a bull
