The Bull and The Rider Video (MV)

He grabs up his rosin and rope
His boots and his hat
His half empty can of Skoal
Jumps into his truck
And with any luck
Be headed out west by noon
He starts thinking about Texas
Not the state, but this nasty old bull
So they'll dance together
With fear and adrenaline
Only one of them will make it
All of eight seconds
The rider sure hopes it's him
Ain't much of a difference between the bull
And the rider, my friend
His woman, he left her behind
Holding that baby
Reflection of the taillights in her eyes
That dust on her dress
Her heart in a mess
She knows he's got to go
She'll love him forever
But to hell with them nasty ole bulls
So she'll pray for safety
God's mercy over him
The little girl needs her daddy
She needs her rider
Texas is calling again
Everyone needs something
But he needs the lights of Cheyenne
He climbs on the back of that bull
And pulls his rope tight, tucks his chin
Hollers, boys, let's go
And two thousand pounds
Shoots out of that chute
And he's right where he belongs
Sitting down tight
Got to ride this nasty old bull
So they dance together
With fear and adrenaline
The rider, he made it
All of eight seconds
Jumped off, threw his hat in the wind
Texas went home, but the rider
Went home with the wind
So they danced together
With fear and adrenaline
Only one of them will make it
All of eight seconds
The rider sure hopes it's him
Ain't much of a difference between
Between the bull and the rider, my friend