Ride the Thunderhands

Dust is rising in the summer heat

Boots are strapped and buckled to my feet Gate number four is

holding back the storm

Just eight short seconds to perform

(yip,

yip!) Hold on tight and let the saddle swing Underneath the lights

of the dusty ring It's a wild ride,

a rodeo thrill If the bronco don't break,

the cowboy will

(hoo-wee!) Spurs are digging in the leather side

Never was a man who couldn't be ride

Bouncing high against the western sky With a grin on my face

and a gleam in my eye (hang on!)

Hold on tight and let the saddle swing

Underneath the lights of the dusty ring It's a wild ride,

a rodeo thrill If the bronco don't break,

the cowboy will (yeah!)

Eight seconds down, we did it fine (hahaha!)