Bucked Off
It's been a great ride but here we sit tonight The look in her eyes says something's wrong This ain't a wild bull, it's just a bar stool But it's all I can do to just hang on And George Strait's on the jukebox in the corner Singing about cowboys riding away, but This ain't my first rodeo Someone's gonna get hurt Whenever someone says we need to talk It feels like there's a number Pinned on to the back of my shirt 'Cause this is where the cowboy gets bucked off Yeah, this is where the cowboy gets bucked off You can go to Houston, Vegas or San Antonio And watch a bull rider hit the dirt Or head down to this bar for a little cover charge You can watch me get thrown by her George Strait's on the jukebox again Says if I leave now I can still make Cheyenne, but This ain't my first rodeo Someone's gonna get hurt So hey bartender, give me one more jug It feels like there's a number Pinned on to the back of my shirt 'Cause this is where the cowboy gets bucked off Yeah, this is where the cowboy gets bucked off I think about those nights in Marina Del Rey As this beautiful cowgirl slips away But the pain only lasts so long And when you get bucked off you get back on It feels like there's a number Pinned on to the back of my shirt 'Cause this is where the cowboy gets bucked off Yeah, this is where the cowboy gets bucked off