Born for the Rundown

Sun’s barely up, boots hit the ground, Horse in the trailer, headed into town. Coffee in my cup, butterflies inside, Another chance to take that ride. Years of sweat behind every rein, Every little win came through the pain. Now the gate’s about to swing wide, It’s just me and my partner side by side. The world gets quiet, the moment is here, Trade every ounce of doubt for one more gear. Chorus I was born for the rundown, Where the dirt flies high and the hearts beat loud. Fast circles, slow ones, sliding to a stop, Giving everything we’ve got. From the first stride to the final turn, Every buckle’s something you’ve got to earn. When that gate swings open, there ain’t no backing down— I was born… born for the rundown. The crowd can’t see all the miles we’ve made, The early mornings and the sacrifices paid. Every rollback, every spin just right, Built one ride at a time. Win or lose, I’ll tip my hat, Because this lifestyle’s bigger than all of that. It’s about the bond only horse folks know, Trusting each other wherever we go. It’s more than silver, it’s more than gold, It’s chasing dreams that never get old. One more run, one more chance to shine, This horse and this heart were made for this ride. I was born for the rundown, When the announcer calls my number out. Sliding deep with the dirt in the air, Leaving everything right there. Every stop tells our story now, Every run is another vow. This is home where the champions are found— Yeah, I was born… born for the rundown. One horse. One dream. One run at a time. Yeah… I was born for the rundown.