Take That Buckle Home Lyrics by Wade Forster
The dirtier tastes much different than he used to taste back home
Went from roping back in Croydon to kicking ass at the Astrodome
And I sold all my damn horses for a one-way ticket fair
And I won’t wrestle, I’m the best that got the moves to get me there
At the time I smack, I won’t go back till they all know my name
You’re two parts sane and eight parts crazy, I’m a bulldog my way to fame
Ten days straight, back to back
Risking everything I own
I’m gonna win in Vegas and take that bugle home
Homesick hits much harder than any broken bone
There’s no hope of Bundy and Cole
Eight thousand miles from home
I’ve won a lot of money lately
And I’m pile back in the fall
But if I don’t get back to Vegas
I’ve got nowhere at all
And to Thomas and Mack I won go back till they all know my name
You two parts sane and eight parts crazy I a bulldog my way to fame
Ten days straight, Back to back
Risking everything I own
I’m gonna win in Vegas and take that bugle home
Cause at the time I smack, I won’t go back till they all know my name
You’re two parts sane and eight parts crazy, I’m a bulldog my way to fame
Ten days straight, back to back, risking everything I own
I’m gonna win in Vegas and take that buckle home
I’m gonna win in Vegas and take that buckle home
I’m gonna win in Vegas and take that buckle home