Eight Second High

He's a bull
Ridin' fool
That's how he gets his kicks
He's been jonesen
For so long
And needs to get his fix

Pickup truck
Is loaded up
He's headin' on down the road.
Got no girlfriend
Got no wife
He don't need that kind of load.

He gets high
Eight seconds at a time.
Ridin' bulls is the highlight of his life.
If the good Lord's willing
And the creek don't rise.
He'll ride them bulls
Till the day he dies.
He's a rodeo junkie
Hooked on eight second highs.

Another town
Another crown
Another buckle for his belt.
He may be bruised
And battered
But oh the joy he felt.

Hotel bar
A cheap cigar
To celebrate his win
Pack it up and
Head out tomorrow
Just to do it all again

He gets high
Eight seconds at a time.
Ridin' bulls is the highlight of his life.
If the good Lords willing
And the creek don't rise
He'll ride them bulls
Till the day he dies
He's a rodeo junkie
Hooked on eight second highs

Yes If the good Lords willing
And the creek don't rise
He'll win that buckle
And take that prize.
He's a rodeo junkie
Hooked on eight second highs

Early Retirement

His boots are shined
His Wranglers pressed
Pearl snapped shirt
And he is almost dressed

Championship buckle
Is upon his belt
To remind us all
Of a joy he felt

Lay his cowboy hat
Across his chest
Now he is dressed
In his Sunday best

And after this service
He will be laid to rest...

Gravel Road

Psychiatrist,
Psychologist,
He might as well be a
Proctologist.
Thinks he knows what's best for me.
I just need to be set free

My remedy is way past due
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road

Hello jeans,
Goodbye blues,
Someone else can fill
My shoes.
It's time to lose this business suit.
I'm putting on my cowboy boots.

My remedy is way past due.
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load.
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road.

Tanks filled up,
Tops put down,
Way past time to leave
This town.
Headed where that blacktop ends.
That's where that Gravel Road begins.

My remedy is way past due.
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load.
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road.

Intentions

I always intended,
To be the husband of her dreams,
But all I ever brought her,
Was loneliness it seems.
She never got to live a life,
Of luxury and frills,
And the money that I sent back home
Would barely pay the bills.

I always intended,
To be the father of the year,
But I spent my whole life chasing
After a rodeo career.
And now the kids are grown and gone
With families of their own.
I just sit here in this lonely bar,
Feeling guilty and alone.

(chorus)
I always had the greatest
Of intentions,
But I lost myself somewhere
Along the way.
And if the road to hell is paved
With good intentions,
Then my road to hell must be
A grand highway.

I wasn't there the day they layed
My father in the ground.
I was riding in Cheyenne for
A record breaking crowd.
And as seven close friends carried him
To his final resting place,
They waited for me,
But there was no trace...

Now I'm too ashamed to show my face...

'Cause I always had the greatest
Of intentions.
I just lost myself somewhere
Along the way.
And if the road to hell is paved
With good intentions.
Then my road to hell must be
A grand highway.

Yes, that road must be a well paved grand highway.

Whiskey Dents

It's the morning after
The night before.
Spent most of the night
On the bathroom floor.
"I'll never do this again" I sob.
Praying away to the porcelain god.
I try to recall last nights events
Then go check my truck for Whiskey Dents

There's stains on the seats and
Stains on the floor.
And the mirror is missing
From the passenger door.
I need to get a handle on this vice
Cuz my truck always pays the ultimate price
I vaguely remember sideswiping a fence
As I'm checking my truck for Whiskey Dents.

Borrowed Time

For far too many years
I've been smoking these cigars.
And spent a good portion of my life
Drinking in these bars.
Between poker nights and bar room fights
My body shows the scars.

Friends I've had one hell of a ride,
And that should be a crime.
I am lucky to still be alive
Even if it's on borrowed time.

I'm a washed up rodeo has been
And my glory days have passed.
Spent many of nights in an emergency room
Being fitted for a cast.
Been bucked by bulls and kicked by mules
But I always had a blast.

Friends I've had one hell of a ride,
And that should be a crime.
I am lucky to still be alive
Even if it's on borrowed time.

The Rodeo Clown

I'm the unsung hero standing
Out here on the floor.
My job it is important and quite a
Dangerous chore.
My adrenaline starts kicking when I
Hear the crowd roar.
I'm the rodeo clown and I perform a
Side show on the floor.

Eight seconds is a lifetime when your
Riding on a bull.
No matter which bull you draw its an
Unpredictable duel.
As I watch behind this barrel I wonder
Who's the bigger fool.
I'm the rodeo clown and I protect the
Rider from the bull.

Sonny Still Fights The Mexicans

Nearly eighty years of hard work
Can be seen in his eyes.
The scars and wrinkles on his hands
Hold no big surprise.

He waves to all the neighbors
In his suspenders and blue jeans.
But at night, Sonny still fights
The Mexicans in his dreams.

Whether home or at the deer camp
He screams all through the nights.
He hollers words in Spanish,
He cusses and he fights.

He's an older generation
And to this day it seems
Late at night, Sonny still fights
The Mexicans in his dreams



(Dedicated to my grandfather Sonny)