Lyrics:

1998Writer: Michael Martin MurpheyThere''s only one story when it comes to love and gloryOklahoma to IdahoIts an unwritten law, the toughest cowboy''s got to drawThe roughest ride in the rodeoIf you want the winnin'''' hand, San Antone to CheyenneIf you want the jingle in your jeansTo get jack out of wages, stampede to Los VegasBout as good at Lady Luck as meanI was born to buck bad luckYa, I was born to buck bad luckIt ain''t how you fall, its how you get back upWhen you''ve been thunder struckYou''ve gotta ride with the real rough trainCause easy ridin'' don''t mean a thingHe was born to buck bad luck(Buck bad luck, buck bad luck, buck bad luck)I was a real rough twister til I met her rougher sisterAnd she took me for a real bad rideI should have called a lawyer the first time I saw herBut I ain''t the kind to run and hideThat woman really tried to own meBut, so far, she still ain''t thrown meGonna make it til the last go roundIn this kinds of rodeo, all you really need to knowYou better learn before you hit the groundI was born to buck bad luckYes, I was born to buck bad luckIt ain''t how you fall, its how you get back upWhen you''ve been thunder struckYou''ve gotta ride with the real rough trainCause easy ridin'' don''t mean a thingIf you were born to buck bad luck(Buck bad luck, buck bad luck, buck bad luck)I was born to buck bad luckYa, I was born to buck bad luckIt ain''t how you fall, its how you get back upWhen you''ve been thunder struckYou''ve gotta ride with the real rough trainCause easy ridin'' don''t mean a thingIf you was born to buck bad luck(Buck bad luck, buck bad luck, buck bad luck)Born to buck bad luck