[Verse 1] He taped his hand to that braided rope Spit red dirt, laughed at hope Mama cried in the pickup light He tipped his hat, rode off into the night [Chorus] Eight seconds more, that’s all he asked for Boots on the fence, crowd begging for war Bull blew up, sky went black Dust settled down, but he never came back Now they hang his vest by the old chute gate Tell his stories till it’s way past late He ain’t riding here like he did before But we swear he’s chasing eight seconds more [Verse 2] They chalked his name where the numbers go Folded his flag at the end of the show Empty gate, but they swung it wide Left his lane open like he just stepped aside [Chorus] Eight seconds more, that’s all he asked for Boots on the fence, crowd begging for war Bull blew up, sky went black Dust settled down, but he never came back Now they hang his vest by the old chute gate Tell his stories till it’s way past late He ain’t riding here like he did before But we swear he’s chasing eight seconds more [Bridge] Every Friday night when the lights burn low (oh) You can hear him laugh in the radio row Little kids tracing his number in chalk Old men pausing in their cowboy walk [Chorus] Eight seconds more, that’s all he asked for Boots on the fence, crowd begging for war Bull blew up, sky went black Dust settled down, but he never came back So we raise our beers by the old chute gate Sing his name till it echoes in the slate He ain’t riding here like he did before But we know he’s chasing eight seconds more (yeah) We know he’s chasing eight seconds more
