Alright boys… Turn the lights up. Let’s see who’s still breathin’. [Verse 1] Dust cloud risin’ like a summer storm Boot heels hittin’ bleachers worn Neon beer signs flicker slow Whole town’s here for the rodeo Gate clang bang, that chute locks tight Bull snort steam in the Friday night Cowboy nod — crowd goes wild Eight seconds gonna make him styled [Pre-Chorus] Hold your breath when the whistle screams This ain’t no movie, this ain’t no dream [Chorus] It’s an eight second fever Hang on tight, don’t let him leave ya When that gate flies open wide It’s a full moon fight ride or die Spurs flash fire in the glow Whole place shakin’ row to row I ain’t ridin’ but I’m feelin’ it too Yeah baby — what’s he gonna do? [Verse 2] Rope men chalkin’ steady hands Barrel girls makin’ tight turn plans Rodeo clown with a painted grin Dancin’ with danger just to jump back in Pickup truck idlin’ by the rail Crowd stomp thunder, metal hail Mama prayin’ in the cheap seats high Daddy just yellin’ “LET HIM RIDE!” [Pre-Chorus] Heartbeats louder than the band Dust and diesel in the sand [Chorus] It’s an eight second fever Hang on tight, don’t let him leave ya When that gate flies open wide It’s a full moon fight ride or die Spurs flash fire in the glow Whole place shakin’ row to row I ain’t ridin’ but I’m feelin’ it too Yeah baby — what’s he gonna do? Let him ride! [Bridge] Dust in the lights like glitter rain Every ride’s a little insane You fall hard or you fly high Crowd still roars either way you try [Final Chorus] Eight second fever Whole town’s a true believer When that gate flies open wide It’s a southern storm inside Spurs flash fire in the glow Radio crankin’ after the show I ain’t ridin’ but I’m front row view Yeah baby — we’re ridin’ too [Outro Tag] Eight… Seven… Six... Hold on, Honey!
