Here's to wars and revolution Buckin horses and prostituion Them rank brahmer bulls that keep on buckin and them Sad sweet girls that are good for the lovin Nah I got one I was born in the wild raised in a Cave Ridin spinning bulls is all I crave Bustin out windows tearin down doors Takin out virgins and bringin back whores Daddy was hung as a horse theif My momma was burned as a witch I got fourteen sisters that work in a whore house And me I'm a bull Ridin son of a bitch