8 Second High Songtext
von Tyler Halverson
8 Second High Songtext
Long, hard days, can′t-sleep nights
Gotta get out of town to hit the next one in time
And the good Lord knows that you can't go home
′Til your buckle brand-new or you broke a damn bone
It might be I'm insane
For thinkin' I can live this kinda way
For rodeo queens and go-′round dreams
Spurrin′ in a saddle while the bleachers scream
Holdin' on a rein with a hand in the air
Waitin′ on a whistle, hangin' on a prayer
Where the world stands still
Under bright white lights
No, it ain′t what it pay
Once it gets in your veins
All you wanna do is ride the eight-second high
And now the time between is a long comedown
Livin' for the thing that you′re livin' without
Jumpin' at the bit just to bet on yourself
And get back into shoein′ and give it some hell
For rodeo queens and go-′round dreams
Spurrin' in a saddle while the bleachers scream
Holdin′ on a rein with a hand in the air
Waitin' on a whistle, hangin′ on a prayer
Where the world stands still
Under bright white lights
No, it ain't what it pay
Once it gets in your veins
All you wanna do is ride the eight-second high
Better hold on tight
For rodeo queens and go-′round dreams
Spurrin' in a saddle while the bleachers scream
Holdin' on a rein with a hand in the air
Waitin′ on a whistle, hangin′ on a prayer
Where the world stands still
Under bright white lights
No, it ain't what it pay
Once it gets in your veins
All you wanna do is ride the eight-second high
Gotta get out of town to hit the next one in time
And the good Lord knows that you can't go home
′Til your buckle brand-new or you broke a damn bone
It might be I'm insane
For thinkin' I can live this kinda way
For rodeo queens and go-′round dreams
Spurrin′ in a saddle while the bleachers scream
Holdin' on a rein with a hand in the air
Waitin′ on a whistle, hangin' on a prayer
Where the world stands still
Under bright white lights
No, it ain′t what it pay
Once it gets in your veins
All you wanna do is ride the eight-second high
And now the time between is a long comedown
Livin' for the thing that you′re livin' without
Jumpin' at the bit just to bet on yourself
And get back into shoein′ and give it some hell
For rodeo queens and go-′round dreams
Spurrin' in a saddle while the bleachers scream
Holdin′ on a rein with a hand in the air
Waitin' on a whistle, hangin′ on a prayer
Where the world stands still
Under bright white lights
No, it ain't what it pay
Once it gets in your veins
All you wanna do is ride the eight-second high
Better hold on tight
For rodeo queens and go-′round dreams
Spurrin' in a saddle while the bleachers scream
Holdin' on a rein with a hand in the air
Waitin′ on a whistle, hangin′ on a prayer
Where the world stands still
Under bright white lights
No, it ain't what it pay
Once it gets in your veins
All you wanna do is ride the eight-second high
Writer(s): Johnny Clawson, Colton Venner, Tyler Halverson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

