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Backstory:

We wanted to write a rodeo song from the perspective of the bull.                                                                                                                   

Lyrics:

                                                  
Verse
Buck up, cowboy nod, let my fun begin
Better hold on tight, or you might,  learn to fly again
You think you can ride me, but the countdown's on
You ain't gonna last, so watch how fast I will prove you wrong

Chorus
Eight ticks on a stopwatch is longer than it seems
'Cause it can be an eternity when you’re facing raging me
So cling to your bull rope, ‘cuz I'll dominate
Cowboy say goodbye, who's next in line, bring on another eight

Verse 2
Waitin’ on the barrel racers I’m hangin’ in the chute
Gallopin' 'round, not knockin' 'em down, wish they were through
Smellin' corn dogs and popcorn, listenin' to a Cojo song
Can't hardly wait 'til they open the gate, hop on, let’s get it on 

Repeat Chorus

Bridge
I get fed the same, don't get paid, no silver buckle for me
Can’t  relax with you on my back, and you still wonder why I'm angry
C’mon, cowboy     ten,     nine

Final Chorus/Outro
Eight ticks on a stopwatch is longer than it seems
'Cause it can be an eternity, when you’re facing raging me
So cling to your bull rope, ‘cuz I'll dominate
Cowboy say goodbye, maybe you should try,   
 a mechanical bull on your next ride 
Bushwhacker says goodbye
better luck on your next try 
Bring on another eight