The Bull (Brandon Day Remix)

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 all ready 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 bull that bucked me off

Now, what if

I turned the rhymes up in my mind into a hit?

Then it played a hundred times a day on the radio

And it gave a little broken heart somewhere some hope

I'd jump on stage, and the chorus would go

Dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah, dah-dah-dah

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 bull that bucked me off

Every knock-down in the dirt, every "no" I ever heard

Sure feels 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 feels good to laugh when I look back and flip the bull the bird

And I'll say, and I'll say, then 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, Lisburg, 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 bull that bucked me off

Yeah, most of all, thank you, each and every bull that bucked me off, hey