That's Why We Ride

It's 12 hundred miles, Fort Worth to Vegas and
Cowboys love rodeo, well, that's just the way God made us
I was raised on brimstone and barbwire fences and
Mama used to pray that I'd come to my senses

But I love gold buckles and wild horses and
Spurs that rattle when my boots hit the ground
It's those eight-second chances and cowgirl glances
It's the blood and the glory, baby, that's why we ride

My heart beats fast when I slide in the saddle
Cowboys versus ranked Broncs, but I just love the battle
It's those late nights and highways and rigged out on pain pills
That Sin City rodeo still gives me chills

I love gold buckles and wild horses and
Spurs that rattle when my boots hit the ground
It's those eight-second chances and cowgirl glances
It's the blood and the glory, baby, that's why we ride

Mama said, "Don't waste your time chasing a rodeo"
But I never had a choice, it's the only life I'll ever know
And Daddy said, "You got the heart, now, bear down and try
Hold on for two and let 'em fly"

I love gold buckles and wild horses and
Spurs that rattle when my boots hit the ground
It's those eight-second chances and cowgirl glances
It's the blood and the glory, baby, that's why we ride

Gold buckles and wild horses and
Spurs that rattle when my boots hit the ground
It's those eight-second chances and cowgirl glances
It's the blood and the glory, baby, that's why we ride
Blood and the glory, baby, that's why we ride