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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 that they've been hunting The son of the cowboy came to claim his daddy's right And my baby she's been crying at the thought of me dying She knows theres 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 So open the gates I'm here to ride To hell I'll 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 Letras de cancionesSo open the gates I'm here to prove 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'll 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 Related Songs Half Grown Zach Bryan Corinthians (Proctor’s) Zach Bryan Heading South (YouTube Version) Zach Bryan So open the gates He’s here to prove He’s better than his father was And where he came from, too So open the gates He’s here to ride To Hell I Go’s calf With daddy by his side From Letras Mania