MUSIC FOR SALE

(Intro)

Make that eight
Make that eight Hmm Hmm Hey Hey
Straight out the gate
Yeah man

(Verse1)

I roll thru the chute gate
When the doorman nods
One hand high and boots been worn by one’s soul being torn
Cold beer sweating on an old rusted tailgate
My sweet little darling says to me before chute door opens
Pretty boy you better hold on tight
I grin with no fear in my bones no looking back

(Pre-Chorus)

We came for the roar, the money, the name
For one clean ride through a wild-eyed flame

(Chorus)

Hey Hey Hmm Hmm
Make that eight Make that eight
Kick through the gate don’t hesitate
Too good looking to die young
Maybe that’s true, too many women waiting on me,when this ride is through
Let the whole rodeo shake if I hit dirt the band plays out loud
Chasing that buckle, heaven can wait whatever it takes, call my next of kin if I don’t make that eight

(Verse 2)

Been drinking and laughing with the devil, the fools, and worn out sinners
Learning every lesson that ole bull taught
Liitle darling keeps my lucky coin inside her boot
Says a rreckless cowboy can still wear a ring
My heart beats like a kick drum boom
Like a kick drum boom
I see her red lips on the other side
I dig in deep and hold on tight

(Pre-Chorus)

We came for the roar, the money, the name
For one clean ride through a wild-eyed flame

(Chorus)

Make that eight
Make that eight
Don’t slow down, through that gate
Too good looking to die young
Too proud to know better
Cold beer waiting on the other side
Make that eight
Make that eight
If I don’t, call my next of kin

(Bridge)

Always been taught to have that backbone
Yeah man, Hmm, Hmm, Hey, Hey

(Final Chorus)

Raise that buckle high for the chance I take
I am chasing that rodeo when
Whatever it takes, call my next of kin

(Outro)

Yeah, I made that eight
Make that eight
Make that eight
Dust settles down, but the legend stays
Yeah man