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Backstory:

A song about a rodeo bull rider`s last ride.                                                                                                                                        

Lyrics:

                                                  
LAST BULL ...LAST RIDE

                                                                             
THAT ACHIN` IN HIS SHOULDER FROM A TORN ROTATOR CUFF
                                                                              
REMINDS HIM NOW OF WHY HE FINALLY CHOSE TO HANG IT UP
                                                                              
HE THINKS ABOUT THE BROKEN BONES AND EVERY  WRECK HE`S HAD
                                                                              
AND SAYS A LITTLE PRAYER THAT THIS TIME HE DON`T END UP DEAD
                                                                                 
                    ONE FINAL TIME FOR STRADDLIN` IN THAT CHUTE
                                                                      
INSIDE HIS STOMACH`S SPINNIN` LIKE THOSE SPURS STRAPPED TO HIS BOOTS
                                                                          
        LAST OK BOYS I`M READY ..PULL THAT GATE AND STEP ASIDE
                                                                            
LAST CHANCE TO STEER 2000 POUNDS OF ANGRY HORNS AND HIDE
                                                                          
LAST TIME TO FEEL THE FURY AND THE RUSH OF FEAR COLLIDE
                                                     
LAST BULL...LAST RIDE
 
                                                                             
WHAT LUCK HE HAD TO DRAW THE RANKEST BULL THERE WAS AROUND
                                                                           
A WIDOW MAKER KNOWN FOR HOOKIN` RIDERS ON THE GROUND
                                                                                          
EIGHT SECONDS ON HIS BACK COULD SEEM LIKE AN ETERNITY
                                                                                
HE GETS ON TOP AND SUMMONS EVERY OUNCE OF ENERGY

                                                                               
HE NODS AND GRABS HIS ROPE WITH HIS GLOVED HAND
                                                                      
THEN HELL BREAKS LOOSE AND FEEDS A PASSION HE DON`T UNDERSTAND
                                                                    
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       HE GETS OFF WHEN THE WHISTLE BLOWS AND TIPS HIS HAT GOODBYE
                                                                                                     
THAT`S WHEN IT REALLY HITS HIM AND THE TEARS FORM IN HIS EYES

CHORUS REPEAT


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