He wore a purple shirt a yeller neck tie some high heal boots that come knee high Crocket spurs hangin' off his feet The hair across his forehead was combed real neat He had himself a saddle an old Ham lee He placed it on the back of that Tweedle Dee Measured off his hat grain with a piece of hair Just by lookin' you could tell he was scared Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee you could tell by lookin' He's scared of that tweedle dee
Well his chaps were glued up and so was his cap And that ol pine rosin was a drippin' from his hands He had his saddle covered so the judges couldn't see He's glued up ready for this tweedle dee Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he's glued up and ready To ride this tweedle dee
All the bronc riders say he's a might rank horse And many good cowboys' he has tossed But when you come right down to it Its pain to see he ain't nothin' but another Tweedle Dee Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he ain't nothin' but another big balute He's a tweedle deeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
