win or go broke

[Verse 1] Sun ain’t up yet but the barn lights blaze, Colt number six in the cold sunrise haze. Hands cracked open, coffee gone cold, Living on grit and a dream he can’t fold. People say it’s glamour when you ride that fast, But they don’t see the nights he’s sleepin’ in the tack. [Chorus] ’Cause it’s win or go broke in this reining man’s life, Spin it like lightning, stop it just right. Run down that pen with your heart on the line— One wrong slide and you don’t eat tonight. No big contracts, no guaranteed pay… Just scores and sweat at the end of the day. He loves the show pen, but damn, it cuts like a k***e— Yeah, it’s win or go broke, that’s the reining life. [Verse 2] He lives for the crowd when they gasp at the slide, For the moment a colt finally turns on inside. But owners want trophies, clients want wins, And they’ll switch barns fast if you don’t bring them in. He’s a horseman first, but business don’t care— You either lay down a pattern or you’re replaced in the chair. [Chorus] Yeah, it’s win or go broke in this reining man’s life, Spin it like lightning, stop it just right. Run down that pen with your heart on the line— One wrong slide and you don’t eat tonight. No big contracts, no guaranteed pay… Just scores and sweat at the end of the day. He loves the show pen, but damn, it cuts like a k***e— Yeah, it’s win or go broke, that’s the reining life. [Bridge] But when that horse locks on, ears tight and true, And you feel him dig deep like he’s fighting for you— It don’t matter who’s watchin’, or what’s on the line, For ten perfect maneuvers, everything’s fine. [Final Chorus] Still it’s win or go broke in this reining man’s heart, Every run’s a gamble, every ride’s an art. He’ll chase that glory till his world comes apart— ’Cause he was born for the dust and the start. No fame, no fortune, but he’ll give it his life… Yeah, it’s win or go broke— And damn, he loves that life.