Do or Die

I'm standing on the sidelines praying it'll be alright

My baby girl's riding on that one ton bull tonight

Blonde hair in a ponytail; she's got one hand on the rope

My chest is pounding as they open that gate and let her go

That's my Juliet; all in and she's a muddy mess

Chasing an eight-second high, sitting on a four-legged death threat

It's that rodeo that lights the fire down in her soul

I wanna rush to her side, pick her up every time she gets thrown

When she goes down, at least she's fighting

With that girl it's always do or die trying