Show Ring Hustle

Boot on the rail,

dust in the light

Sun ain't up and we're already movin' Feed room cold with the

scoop bins open Tag in the ear and the gate chain clankin'

Mama brought coffee, Dad's already loadin' Sawdust on the floor and the

wash rack sprayin' Brace that topline,

keep the feet set patient Read that structure from the hock to

shoulder Small-town kids but our hearts run older County road tires with

the trailer swayin' Every mile says what a banner's worth payin' Late

nights, cold hands, still we hold that line

All grit, no luck,

we were built by time

When the gate swings wide,

put your name on the sky

Built for the show ring,

built for the fight

Raised in the barn under Saturday lights Blood,

sweat, and feed for the one grand dream We don't just show

up, we're built for the show ring

Hands on the halter,

heart on the line For the house,

for the name, for the county sign

Texas on the plate and the fair pass hangin' Numbers in my

head while the judge keeps glancin' Muscle and balance,

handle and rib shape We learned what pressure is before we drove

state Granddad talked stock with a crease in his hand Said champions

ain't luck, they're a day-by-day plan From the clipper box to the

shavings kicked high You can see who worked by the look in

their eyes We carry the town when we step in clean No

silver spoon shine, just a hard-earned gleam If I fall,

I'll rise with the same dirt on me Same family name,

same faith underneath

Win or lose, this road made a man of me

Built for the show ring,

built for the fight

Raised in the barn under Saturday lights Blood,

sweat, and feed for the one grand dream We don't just show

up, we're built for the show ring Hands on the halter,

heart on the line For the house,

for the name, for the county sign

Dust on the boots and a banner in view

We built this life and we carried it through