� I heard you died out in the shine With my mother's ring on your hand A note in your pocket said I'll love you till I die I can hear the bulls are coming To claim that they've been hunting The son of a cowboy came To claim his daddy's right And my baby she's been crying At the thought of me dying The king knows there's no stopping The young man and his foolish pride So open the gates I'm here to prune I'm better than my father was And where he came from too So open the gates I'm here to ride To hell I go With daddy by my side � And I ain't never feared nothing That was four-legged and bucking Throw me on a hurricane And I'll ride it to the coast You'll never know that your son Came to do what you should've done Born a summer day a long time ago Top of a name to hell I go So open the gates I'm here to prune I'm better than my father was And where he came from too Open the gates I'm here to ride To hell I go With daddy by my side � Well I'm dying out and shying With my baby there crying In a belly that's been growing by days And I know that my son Will do what his father should've done A long, long time ago On a bull named to hell I go So open the gates He's here to prune He's better than his father was And where he came from too Open the gates He's here to ride To hell I go with dad With daddy by his side