Gimme 8 Seconds Lyrics

I got a good bull rope, I got a brand new belt
I got a hot rod pick-up truck, she can really set sail
Pushin′ that red line, gonna make that show
Gonna meet my buddies at the rodeo

I just drew myself a mean old bull
We're all smellin′ money 'cause the jackpot's full
He′s got fire in his belly and he turns back quick
Son, this big devil′s got a bag of tricks

Give me eight more seconds, give me one more shot
Give me hell below, give me strength on top
You gotta be crazy, gotta be insane
To hitch your wagon to a hurricane
Yeah

I'm gonna wrap my rope around my glove real tight
Now 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 'til I hear that whistle blow

Give me eight more seconds, give me one more shot
Give me hell below, give me strength on top
You gotta be crazy, gotta be insane
To hitch your wagon to a hurricane
Yeah
Yeah, hitch your wagon to a hurricane