Lyrics
Verse 1
Down in Tombstone on a Saturday nightThere’s a little arena under the desert skyIt ain’t fancy, it ain’t big at allBut when those gates open, boys, the crowd 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
It’s a little crude, the seats are old and wornBut you can feel the history every time that chute blowsDirt flies high and the cowboys hit the groundIn the shadow of Boothill, where the real ones stand their ground
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…