Song Description
Bullriding song told in the first person by the bull - sung from the bull to the cowboy getting on his back.
| Song Length |
2:53 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Sociable, Jovial |
Subject |
Cows, Cowboy |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
YOU'RE GOING DOWN
I'm two thousand pounds of muscle and bone
You get on my back, I'll airmail you home
This ride's only gonna last a second or two
I'm the king of the bulls, I'm just warning you
You're going down, that's all she wrote
And it don't matter how tight you tie that rope
You're gonna be seeing stars when you're staring at the ground
You might be tough, son, but you're going down
The money's on my back, ain't no money in the dirt
You'll wind up empty handed, I know that's gonna hurt
Understand me, cowboy, it ain't personal
I just take my job real serious that's all
You're going down, that's all she wrote
And it don't matter how tight you tie that rope
You're gonna be seeing stars when you're staring at the ground
You might be tough, son, but you're going down
I'm a gentleman and I won't stomp you
When you lose your seat
I'll take my victory lap, and let the people see
Who they came to see....me
You're going down, that's all she wrote
And it don't matter how tight you tie that rope
You're gonna be seeing stars when you're staring at the ground
You might be tough, son, but you're going down
You might be tough, son, but you're going down
I'm two thousand pounds, of bucking muscle and bone