Gimme 8 Seconds - текст песни
Gimme 8 Seconds
I got a good bull rope, I got a brand new bell
I got a hot rod pick up truck she can really set sail
Pushing that red line gotta make that show
Gonna meet my buddies at the rodeo
Just drew myself a mean old bull
We're all smellin' money 'cause the jackpot's full
He's got the fire in his belly and he turns back quick
Son this big devil's got a bag of tricks
Gimme 8 more seconds, gimme one more shot
Gimme hell below, gimme strength on top
You gotta be crazy, gotta be insane
To hitch your wagon to a hurricane
Gonna wrap my rope around my gloves real tight
I'm droppin' my hooks down and I'm ready to ride
Say a little prayer give a nod and go, stay clean in the middle
'Till I hear that whistle blow
Gimmie 8 more seconds, gimmie one more shot
Gimmie hell below, gimmie strength on top
You gotta be crazy, gotta be insane
To hitch your wagon to a hurricane
Yeah hitch your wagon to a hurricane
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