I heard you died out in Cheyenne
With my mothers ring on your hand
A note in your pocket said I love you till I die
I can hear the bulls are coming to claim what theyve been huntin
The son of a cowboy cant claim his daddys right
And my baby, shes been cryin at the thought of me dyin
She knows theres no stopping a man and his foolish pride
So, open the gates, Im here to prove
Im better than my father was
And where he came from, too
Open the gates, Im here to ride To-hell-I-go, with daddy by my side
And I aint never feared nothing that was four legged and buckin
Throw me on a hurricane and Ill ride it to the coast
Youll never know that your son came to do what you shouldve done
On a summer day a long time ago, top a bull named To-hell-I-go
So, open the gates, Im here to prove
Im better than my father was
And where he came from, too
Open the gates, Im here to ride To-hell-I-go, with daddy by my side
Will I die out in Cheyenne with my baby there cryin?
In a belly thats been growin by the day
And I know that my son will do what his father shouldve done
A long, long time ago on a bull named To-hell-I-go
So, open the gates, hes here to prove
Hes better than his father was
And where he came from too
Open the gates hes here to ride To-hell-I-gos calf
The daddy by his side