Here's to wars and revolution
Buckin horses and prostituion
Them rank brahmer bulls that keep on buckin and them
Sad sweet girls that are good for the lovin
Nah I got one
I was born in the wild raised in a cave Ridin spinning bulls is all I crave
Bustin out windows tearin down doors
Takin out virgins and bringin back whores
Daddy was hung as a horse theif
My momma was burned as a witch
I got fourteen sisters that work in a whore house
And me
I'm a bull Ridin son of a bitch