Gimme 8 Seconds lyrics

I got a good bull roped, 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 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 rap my rope around my gloves real tight

I'm droppin' my hooks down and I'm ready to ride

Say a little pray 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 watgon to a hurricane