Lyrics
Intro
upbeat fiddle and crowd murmur
Verse 1
Gates swing wide as the morning breaksHorses stamp in the holding penCrowds lean in for the chances it takesCowboy grit on display again (yeehaw!)
Chorus
Rodeo day, feel the rushHold on tight through the twist and turnDust may fly but the spirit’s flushWin or fall, the fire still burns
Verse 2
Bulls kick hard and the timers callRopes spin clean in practiced handsCheers rise up as the riders fallOr stand tall on the shifting sands
Chorus
Rodeo day, feel the rushHold on tight through the twist and turnDust may fly but the spirit’s flushWin or fall, the fire still burns
Verse 3
Sun climbs high on the final rideHats tip low in respect and prideOne more chance with the heart as guideLeave it all on the arena side
Chorus
Rodeo day, feel the rushHold on tight through the twist and turnDust may fly but the spirit’s flushWin or fall, the fire still burns
Bridge
When the eight seconds feel like yearsFace the fear and quiet the fearsGlory waits beyond the cheers (yahoo!)
Outro
fading fiddle and soft applause