|_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | Well_ I've_ been twistin' broncos_ Ever since_ I hit_ the trail_ 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_ For F H_ McHugh_ and Sons_            Now_ they had_ this 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 spent two dollars_ Just to bust that two bit_ horse_           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 horse_ Yours truly can_-not bust_ I said I'll sell my chaps and saddle_ Set my long shank spurs_ to rust_ Now and then you'll meet a horse_ Yours truly can_-not bust_