Gimme Eight 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 eight 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 wagon to a hurricane