Well Windy Bill was a Texas man And he could rope, you bet The steer that Windy hadn't tied He had not met him yet
But the boys they talked of a little black steer Who's a kind of a bad outlaw Who lived way down at the bottoms At the foot of a rocky draw
Well this old black steer had stood his ground With punchers from everywhere The boys give windy two-to-one That he could not quite get there
So windy takes out his old roan horse Whose withers and back were raw And prepares to tackle that little black brute That lives down in the draw
With his sam slick tree, his brazos bits His chaps and taps to boot And his old Macguey tied hard and fast Bill goes to tackle the brute
And the little rope horse he sauntered around And that steer began to paw Then he stuck his tail straight up in the air And he heads down through the draw
Well Windy Bill was a Texas man And he could rope, you bet The steer that Windy hadn't tied He had not met him yet
But the boys they talked of a little black steer Who's a kind of a bad outlaw Who lived way down at the bottoms At the foot of a rocky draw
Well this old black steer had stood his ground With punchers from everywhere The boys give windy two-to-one That he could not quite get there
So windy takes out his old roan horse Whose withers and back were raw And prepares to tackle that little black brute That lives down in the draw
With his sam slick tree, his brazos bits His chaps and taps to boot And his old Macguey tied hard and fast Bill goes to tackle the brute
And the little rope horse he sauntered around And that steer began to paw Then he stuck his tail straight up in the air And he heads down through the drawTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
