The Bull

Who knows? I might wind up on the cover of a Rolling Stone With a pair of shades and a Grammy in my hand Just a blue jean boy in a great big world of yes I got my speech already in my head Then I'll say, then I'll say, yeah I'll say Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar Thank you girl from Broken Bow who shot an arrow through my heart Thank you mama for the roll and Thank you daddy for the rock Most of all, most of all Thanks to the bulls that bucked me off, wooh Aw hell what if? I turn the rhymes up in my mind into a hit And it played a hundred times a day on the radio And it gave a little broken heart somewhere some hope And I'd jump up on the stage and the chorus would go Da da da, da da da, da da da Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar Thank you girl from Broken Bow who shot an arrow through my heart Thank you mama for the roll and Thank you daddy for the rock Most of all, most of all Thanks to the bulls that bucked me off, yeah Every knock down in the dirt Every no I ever heard Sure feel good to laugh when I look back and flip the bull the bird Every nail that ripped my shirt Every no I ever heard Sure feel good to laugh when I look back and flip the bull the bird And I'll say, and I'll say, and I'll say Thank you uncle Dean for teaching me La Bamba on guitar Thank you girl from Broken Bow who shot an arrow through my heart Thank you Lynchburg for the nights I needed edges took away Thank you vinyl for the soundtrack to my life it's sure been great Thank you mama for the roll and, Thank you daddy for the rock Most of all, most of all Thanks to the bulls that bucked me off Yeah, most of all Thank you each and every bull that bucked me off Then I'll say, then I'll say, then I'll say