The Twister
If he bucks me off, he'll have to shed his skin
The twister claimed was a fact
Said there ain't a bronc that's drawed a breath
Can shake me loose from this kack
Strong words like those need provin', son
You sure you're up for the test
Just kack one up, ya'll stand aside
Watch a bronc rider do the rest
Well, we were impressed with the twister's sand
Thought, heck, this might even be fun
So we bunched 'em up and circled 'em round
And cut out the line-backed dun
A spindly, sorta wild eyed colt
Long necked and a little light boned
But every puncher that had tried him before
In one jump had been dethroned
He's bad as they come in these parts, I said
The twister just shot me a grin
Bad broncs are my business, if he bucks me off
He'll have to jump right out of his skin
Charly Bob roped him and snubbed him up close
Ole' Slim got a mouthful of ear
Took Rusty and Bub and Jake to hold him
While the twister stacked on his gear
The twister stepped on, took a mighty deep seat
Charly Bob pitched him his head
Colt went from round pen floor to tree top high
Then his north end went south instead
I've seen cowboys throwed higher and harder
But I can't remember just when
And I reckon, Ole' Snake, be a fittin' name
Cause this colt just shed his skin
The twister, you see, ain't so cocky now
He even sings a different song
It takes a plenty bad hombre to buck me off
But it sure don't take him long© Jay Snider, All rights reserved
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