Cowboy Up


Your boots are in the stirrups
As you fly out of the gate.
You're holding tightly the rope
Praying that the ground can wait.

His tail flies high
As his head drops low.
Up like a rocket and
Spinning like a top none too slow.

The ground is getting closer as
Your strength is fading fast.
You should have known when you climbed on
That your next ride could be your last.

Eight short seconds lasts a long time
When your life flashes before you eyes.
You ain't never been bucked like this before
But you've got to thank God for the ride.

Somedays you can stay in the saddle,
And somedays you may get thrown.
Sometimes you may have to hold on tight,
'Cuz life sure is like a rodeo.



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