One More Rodeo

Yeah, one more ride. One more shot at the sky.

Been riding these dirt roads my whole damn life. Eight seconds of heaven,

a lifetime of fight. From Amarillo dust to Cheyenne gold. Every buckle I've

earned got a story told. Hands like stone, but my heart still burns

for that gate to drop and that wheel to turn. They say time

wins, and I say, "I know." But I still got one more

rodeo. I got one more steer to roll, one more bull

to ride. One more horse to buck under them lights. All my life,