We had a bronc we couldn't bust,
Mean an' quick an' wild.
We had a rider that called all bets
Rusty Jones the mild.
Two-String Bill gets his rope tied on
An' he yels in strident tones,
"Bet you caint ride this Rattler hawse!"
"Call yu!" sez Rusty Jones.
We cinches the leather tight on his back,
(An' I had a mouthful o' ear)
Rusty crawls on an' settles hisself
An' sure as I'm sittin' here,
That Rattler hawse caves into tha fence
An' the Boss he kinda moans,
"He's gointa kill my best top-hand!"
"Call yu!" Grunts Rusty Jones.
No sooner he sez it than off he goes,
An' he's lying there on the ground.
We tries to stop that outlaw hawse
But he strikes as he swings around!
We turns our heads when we hears him hit
But we heard the smashin' bones-
The Boxx sez, "Rusty's done for, Gents!"
"Call yu," Croaks Rusty Jones.
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