Open the Gate (Live From Atlanta)

I heard you died out in Cheyenne

With my mother's ring on your hand

Note in your pocket that said, "I love you till I die"

I can hear the bulls are coming

To claim what they've been hunting

Blood of a cowboy came to claim his daddy's ride

And my baby, she's been crying at the thought of me dying

She knows there's no stopping a man and his foolish pride

So open the gates 'cause I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was

Where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride

To Hell I Go, with daddy by my side

And I ain't never feared nothing

That was four legged and bucking

Throw me on a hurricane and I'll ride it to the coast

You'll never know that your son

Came to do what you should've done

A long, long time ago

Atop a bull named 'To Hell I Go'

Open the gates 'cause I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was

Where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride

To Hell I Go, with daddy by my side

And I died out in Cheyenne

With my baby there crying

In a belly that's been growing by the day

You'll never know that your son

Came to do what you should've done

A long, long time ago

Atop a bull named 'To Hell I Go'

Open the gates 'cause I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was

Where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride

To Hell I Go, with daddy by my side