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 comin' to claim that they've been huntin'
The son of the cowboy came to claim his daddy's right
And my baby she's been cryin' at the thought of me dyin'
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
Open the gates I'm here to ride
To Hell I Go with daddy by my side

And I ain't never feared nothin'
That was four-legged and buckin'
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 cryin'
And a belly that's been growin' 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