Open the Gate

I heard you died out in Cheyenne With my mother's ring on your hand A note in your pocket said I love you till I die I can hear the bulls are coming to claim what they've been huntin' The son of a cowboy can't claim his daddy's right And my baby, she's been cryin' at the thought of me dyin' She knows there's no stopping a man and his foolish pride So, open the gates, I'm here to prove I'm better than my father was And 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 buckin' 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 On a summer day a long time ago, top a bull named To-hell-I-go So, open the gates, I'm here to prove I'm better than my father was And where he came from, too Open the gates, I'm here to ride To-hell-I-go, with daddy by my side Will I die out in Cheyenne with my baby there cryin'? In a belly that's been growin' by the day And I know that my son will do what his father should've done A long, long time ago on a bull named To-hell-I-go So, open the gates, he's here to prove He's better than his father was And where he came from too Open the gates he's here to ride To-hell-I-go's calf The daddy by his side