[Intro]

From Louisiana’s piney woods he made the long drive,

To Calgary’s Stampede, where legends survive.

Anxious to show his fans he still has the will,

The old cowboy’s fire burns steady and still.

[Verse 1]

Seventy-one years, but his fire still burns,

A bronc rider’s spirit with no thought of return.

Hundreds of horses, and battles he’s won,

But this is the last time—his final run.

[Verse 2]

He climbs in the saddle, rawhide gloves tight,

Custom spurs gleaming under Stampede lights.

Tony Lom-ah boots dug firm in the stirrups wide,

He nods to the gateman—it’s one more ride.

[Chorus]

Rector! Rector! the crowd starts to roar,

Eight seconds of glory, they’re begging for more.

Through bruises and bones broken time after time,

He rides for the love, the sport, and the climb.

[Verse 3]

The smell of the dirt, the roar of the crowd,

The chute gate creaks; the cheers grow loud.

His hand wrapped tight on the bronc rain’s braid,

One fearless cowboy, legends are made.

[Verse 4]

His opponent tonight is notorious Grim Reaper,

The odds against Rector couldn’t be steeper.

Forty-five cowboys he’s put on the ground,

But Rector the Pro won’t back down.

[Chorus]

Rector! Rector! The crowd starts to roar,

Eight seconds of glory, they’re begging for more.

Through bruises and bones broken time after time,

He rides for the love, the sport, and the climb.

[Verse 5]

The chute bursts open, Reaper explodes,

Back-arching leaps down a thrilling road.

Rector leans back, his balance set true,

Eight seconds stretch into forever he knew.