Open the Gate (live from Atlanta)

I heard you died out in Cheyenne

With my mother's ring on your hand

Note in your pocket said, "I'll love you 'til I die"

I can hear the bulls are comin'

To claim what they've been huntin'

Blood of the cowboy came to claim his daddy's right

And my baby, she's been cryin'

At the thought of me dyin'

She knows there's no stoppin' a man and his foolish pride

Open the gates 'cause I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was, where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride

To Hell I go with Daddy by my side

And I ain't never feared nothin'

That was four-legged and buckin'

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

A long, long time ago on top a bull named "To Hell I Go"

Open the gates 'cause I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was, where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride

To Hell I go with daddy by my side

And I died out in Cheyenne

With my baby there cryin'

And a belly that's been growin' by the day

You'll never know that your son

Came to do what you should've done

A long, long time ago on top a bull named "To Hell I Go"

So open the gates 'cause I'm here to prove

I'm better than my father was, where he came from, too

Open the gates, I'm here to ride

To Hell I go with Daddy by my side