Lyrics

He wakes up in the mornin', lays the stubble to waste
With a worn out razor that he runs down his face
But the mirror won't lie to the red in his eyes this mornin'
It was a long, lonely night after a hell of a day
But he made it last night in the usual way
With nothing to give and nothing to say to no one

And there were days he could swear he was better than that
But he did what he had to and he left it at that
And they all told him "Son this just ain't where it's at"
And he believed it

Well he's been fightin' this sickness since the day he was born
This burning desire to take the bull by the horns
And to go a few rounds in the ring with the brink of disaster
If he ever gave in would the need ever end?
If he took a little sip would he go slippin' on in
The way he'd seen so many before him burn up so fast?

And there were days he could swear he was better than that
But he did what he had to and he left it at that
And once in his life he'd like to swing his bat through a fast one

Gotta ride a wild bull. Gonna fill his heart full
He'll give it up tonight even though it ain't right, he can't fight it no more
Gonna ride a wild bull. Gonna let his heart pull
And take him on a long trip. Bet it all on a hot tip
'Cause he knows he'll only drown if he goes down with the ship he's been sailing

And there were days he could swear he was better than that
But he did what he had to and he left it at that
And just once in his life you know he'd like to swing his bat through a fast one

Gotta ride a wild bull. Gonna fill his heart full
He'll give it up tonight even though it ain't right, he canÃt fight it no more
Gonna ride a wild bull. Gonna let his heart pull
And take him on a long trip. Bet it all on a hot tip
'Cause he knows he'll only drown if he goes down with the ship he's been sailing

Music & Lyrics by David Greathouse
© 1991, Sourdough Music, ASCAP