Dry Dust and Thunder

Diesel exhaust in the August air

Dust on the boots of the folks on the wooden stair My

old man's knuckles on the iron gate

Whispering, hold on tight,

don't let go of the reins

Eight seconds is a lifetime on a hurricane (yeah) One hand high,

the other feeling the pain

Ride it out under the arena lights The whole town screaming on

a Friday night

First bull, first time feeling alive (holding on) Just stay on top

and survive!

Spinning raw hide in the Texas clay Father watches from the rail,

praying he'll make his way

Every heartbeat shaking the ground

No sweeter music than the hometown sound

Ride it out under the arena lights The whole town screaming on

a Friday night

First bull, first time feeling alive

(holding on) Just stay on top and survive!

Stay on top, stay on top...

(survive,

yeah)