I Gotta Ride

I Gotta Ride
by James Meier

Papa taught me how to ride
Hung a barrel right outside
Kept me swingin' 'n twistin' away
Taught me th' tricks 'n toughened my hide
Made me live ta rope 'n ride

Rodeo's become my ways 'n means
It's in my blood 'n all over my jeans
My days are spent knottin' a rope
Cowboyin' up for my time in hell
My own eight seconds 'n that janglin' bell

It's a homespun cowboy's favor-rite drug
A big ole slice off'n a plug
Better'n an angel by my side
Gimme a chew...
I gotta ride!

Cowboy up 'n slack them reins
Chasin' dreams 'cross Texas plains
Ridin' bulls 'n bustin' broncs
Hustlin' a buckle 'n eatin' dirt
Tryin' to outrun th' constant hurt

Deliver me Lord form rodeo dreams
Keep me safe from th' crowd and th' screams
Them poundin' hooves 'n them red-eyed beasts
Lemme keep my agein' flesh 'n precious blood
C'mon Lord keep me outta that mud.