Well I heard you died out in cheyenne

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 what 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

She knows there's no stopping

A man and his foolish pride.

So open the gates

I'm here to prove

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.

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

On a summer day a long time ago

Top a bull named to hell I go.

So open the gates

I'm here to prove

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 died out in cheyenne

With my baby there crying

And a belly that's been growing

By the day

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 prove

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's calf

With daddy by his side.