The fear that fills his heart no longer stops him,
the pain he feels will hold him back no more.
That memory still haunts, revenge is what he wants,
it's time he evened up the score.
Something's weighing heavy upon his mind,
in his eyes is a look as cold as ice.
That big black bull may have beat him one time,
but hell will freeze before he does it twice.
And that bull will fight with all his strength,
to win, do everything he can.
But all the rage that's in this mighty beast,
don't stand a chance against the
heart that's in this man.
Now riding seems to have awaken,
the reckles spirit which had passed for dead.
Now everyone around is aching,
to know what's going on inside his head........
It's destiny that's dissapeared,
it's pride that is gone,
that last fall ringing in his ear's
what keeps him hanging on.
Some may play for sport,
and some may play for fame,
but he is here just to win the game.
And that bull will fight with all his strength,
to win do everything he can.
But all the rage that's in this mighty beast
don't stand a chance against the
heart that's in this man.
The crowd sits and stares in total silence,
at a show like they've never seen before.
They don't know why that cowboy's still riding,
amazingly he's got a count of four.
They know the odds aren't in his favor,
it's seem like he's sure to hit the ground.
But the bucks and spins just won't work again,
the odd's have turned as the buzzer sounds.
