The story
He keeps riding what keeps throwing him.
He climbs back onto the bronco before the dust can settle, legs tight, jaw set, pretending the hurt is only part of the game. Every buck asks the same question—stay on, or get left in the dirt—and he answers by holding on harder, even as the arena narrows to one violent second after another.
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Lyrics
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