I was hangin round town just spending my time
out of a job not earning a dime
when a feller walks up and he says I suppose
your a bronc fighter by the looks of your clothes
you figurs me right i'm a good one I claim
do you happen to have any bad ones to tame?
he said I got one a bad one to buck
for throwin good riders he's had lots of luck
well I gets all head up and I ask what he pays
just to ride this old nag for a couple of days
he offers me ten and i says i'm your man
the bronc never lived that I cannot fan
he said get your saddle and I'll give you a chance
in the buc-board we hops and we rides to the ranch
early next mornin right after chuck
I steps out to see if this outlaw can buck
down in the horse coral standin alone
was an old caballo a strawberry roan
his legs are all spathered his feet pigeon toed
little pig eyes and a big Roman nose
little pin ears that touch at the tip
a big forty four brand was on his left hip
"u" neck and oh what a long lower jaw
I could tell with one eye he's a regular outlaw