Now I've been twistin' broncos
Ever since I hit the trail
And I think I know a cayuse
From his nostrils to his tail
It was down by the old Bow River
In the year nineteen and one
That I was twistin' broncos Ever since I hit the trail
And I think I know a cayuse
From his nostrils to his tail
It was down by the old Bow River
In the year nineteen and one
For F A McHugh and Sons
There they had a buckskin nag
Not worth two bits to keep
He had a black strip down his back
And wool just like a sheep
He wasn't much for saddles
And it damn near killed the boss
To have to pay ten dollars
Just to bust that two bit hoss
When I climbed upon him
He just naturally took to the air
And every time we went aloft
He tried to leave me there
Until at last we went so high
The light between us shone
And there we parted company
And he came down alone
Now I've been twistin' broncos
Ever since I hit the trail
And I think I know a cayuse
From his nostrils to his tail
But I'll sell my chaps and saddle
Set my long shank spurs to rust
For now and then you'll find a hoss
Yours truly cannot bust
Yes I'll sell my chaps and saddle
Set my long shank spurs to rust
For now and then you'll find a hoss
Yours truly cannot bust
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