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