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1998**lf**Writer: Michael Martin Murphey**lf****lf**There''s only one story when it comes to love and glory**lf**Oklahoma to Idaho**lf**Its an unwritten law, the toughest cowboy''s got to draw**lf**The roughest ride in the rodeo**lf****lf**If you want the winnin'''' hand, San Antone to Cheyenne**lf**If you want the jingle in your jeans**lf**To get jack out of wages, stampede to Los Vegas**lf**Bout as good at Lady Luck as mean**lf****lf**I was born to buck bad luck**lf**Ya, I was born to buck bad luck**lf**It ain''t how you fall, its how you get back up**lf**When you''ve been thunder struck**lf**You''ve gotta ride with the real rough train**lf**Cause easy ridin'' don''t mean a thing**lf**He was born to buck bad luck**lf****lf**(Buck bad luck, buck bad luck, buck bad luck)**lf****lf**I was a real rough twister til I met her rougher sister**lf**And she took me for a real bad ride**lf**I should have called a lawyer the first time I saw her**lf**But I ain''t the kind to run and hide**lf****lf**That woman really tried to own me**lf**But, so far, she still ain''t thrown me**lf**Gonna make it til the last go round**lf****lf**In this kinds of rodeo, all you really need to know**lf**You better learn before you hit the ground**lf****lf**I was born to buck bad luck**lf**Yes, I was born to buck bad luck**lf**It ain''t how you fall, its how you get back up**lf**When you''ve been thunder struck**lf**You''ve gotta ride with the real rough train**lf**Cause easy ridin'' don''t mean a thing**lf**If you were born to buck bad luck**lf****lf**(Buck bad luck, buck bad luck, buck bad luck)**lf****lf**I was born to buck bad luck**lf**Ya, I was born to buck bad luck**lf**It ain''t how you fall, its how you get back up**lf**When you''ve been thunder struck**lf**You''ve gotta ride with the real rough train**lf**Cause easy ridin'' don''t mean a thing**lf**If you was born to buck bad luck**lf****lf**(Buck bad luck, buck bad luck, buck bad luck)**lf****lf**Born to buck bad luck