I heard you died out in Cheyenne With my mother's ring on your hand A note in your pocket said "I'll love you till I die" I can hear the bulls are coming to claim that they've been hunting The son of the cowboy came to claim his daddy's right And my baby she's been crying at the thought of me dying She knows theres no stopping a man and his foolish pride
So open the gates I'm here to prove I'm better than my father was And where he came from, too So open the gates I'm here to ride To hell I'll go With daddy by my side
And I ain't never feared nothing That was four-legged and bucking Throw me on a hurricane And I'll ride it to the coast You'll never know that your son Came to do what you should've done On a summer day a long time ago Top a bull named To Hell I Go
So open the gates I'm here to prove I'm better than my father was And where he came from, too So open the gates I'm here to ride To hell I'll go With daddy by my side
Well, I died out in Cheyenne With my baby there crying And a belly that's been growing by the day And I know that my son Will do what his father should've done A long, long time ago On a bull named To Hell I Go
So open the gates Hes here to prove Hes better than his father was And where he came from, too So open the gates Hes here to ride To Hell I Gos calf With daddy by his side
Compositor: Zachary Lane Bryan (Zach Bryan) (BMI)Editor: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #34772054 em 20/Abr/2024