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