Lyrics
Verse 1
Down in Tombstone on a Saturday nightThere’s a steel arena under the desert skyIt ain’t fancy, it ain’t big at allBut when those gates open, boys, the whole town stands tall
Chorus
At the Shootout Arena, where the Wild West is still aliveThe most intimate bull riding arena the world has ever seenEight seconds feels like forever when you’re riding for your lifeIn the Shootout Arena, where legends are made every night
Verse 2
Steel bleachers packed with rowdy fansDirt flies high when the chute gate slamsYou can feel the history in the airWhere the cowboys and the outlaws used to square off there
Chorus
At the Shootout Arena, where the Wild West is still aliveThe most intimate bull riding arena the world has ever seenEight seconds feels like forever when you’re riding for your lifeIn the Shootout Arena, where legends are made every night
Final Chorus
Yeah the Shootout Arena, it’s rough around the edgeBut it’s got more heart than any million-dollar stageIf you want the real thing, this is where you comeTo the Shootout Arena… where the tough ones still run
Outro
Shootout Arena… let ’em ride…