Lessons They Don’t List (At The Rodeo)(remix cover of 🇺🇸AmurikanInfidel🤙🏼 Lessons They Don’t List)

[Verse 1] They don’t tell you at the chute gate when they sign you on the sheet That the dirt’ll kiss your teeth more than the fans out in the seats You’ll learn the smell of duct-taped boots and half-warm flat Red Bull And how a clown in baggy pants keeps the reaper’s calendar full You’ll figure out that glitter don’t feel comfy in your jeans And eight seconds feels like thirty when that bull comes out mean You’ll ride on hopes and nachos, pray your rope decides to stick With duct-taped hat and lucky socks and one broke practice stick ⸻ [Chorus] It’s the school of buck, the rodeo charm Where duct tape’s sacred and dirt’s your balm You’ll laugh ‘til you ache when you land on your pride Brush off the arena, then walk back wide Yeah, the rule book don’t cover all this But you learn more than you’d ever have wished In this wild, dust classroom of spurs and grit These are the lessons they don’t list ⸻ [Verse 2] You’ll master makin’ paychecks stretch from hay bale back to town With thirty dollars of winnings and a buckle you still ain’t found You’ll sign them waivers, fake a smile, like you ain’t half afraid While drinkin’ gas-station coffee from a cup that’s duct-tape made You’ll learn the do’s and don’ts of every sketchy fairground lot Like which food truck sells corn dogs that your guts will soon forgot A five-course feast is chili fries they hand you through the glass While you share a stall with one old bull that’s judgin’ as you pass ⸻ [Chorus] It’s the school of buck, the rodeo charm Where duct tape’s sacred and dirt’s your balm You’ll laugh ‘til you ache when you land on your pride Brush off the arena, then walk back wide Yeah, the rule book don’t cover all this But you learn more than you’d ever have wished In this wild, dust classroom of spurs and grit These are the lessons they don’t list ⸻ [Bridge] Carry your buddy home from the bar through the mud Baby wipes your shower when the pipes all flood You’ll sleep beside the trailers, toast with flies and cold But you’ll come out rodeo-tough, twice as bold ⸻ [Final Chorus] It’s the school of buck, the backbone ride Where you learn to hang on through that horn and hide You’ll joke through wrecks, you’ll find some grace In the dust and lights of that crazy place No textbooks here, just dirt and wrists These are the lessons they don’t list ⸻ [Outro] So if you’re askin’ what I learned out in that pen Just know it ain’t what they tell you, friend It’s in the hoofbeats, the dust, the laughs, the grit— All the rodeo lessons… they don’t list.