Windy Bill lyrics

Well Windy Bill was a Texas man

And he could rope, you bet

The steer that Windy hadn't tied

He had not met him yet

But the boys they talked of a little black steer

Who's a kind of a bad outlaw

Who lived way down at the bottoms

At the foot of a rocky draw

Well this old black steer had stood his ground

With punchers from everywhere

The boys give windy two-to-one

That he could not quite get there

So Windy takes out his old roan horse

Who's withers and back were raw

And prepares to tackle that little black brute

That lives down in the draw

With his sam slick tree, his brazos bits

His chaps and taps to boot

And his old Macguey tied hard and fast

Bill goes to tackle the brute

And the little rope horse he sauntered around

And that steer began to paw

Then he stuck his tail straight up in the air

And he heads down through the draw

Well Windy's horse went after him

Like-a he'd been eatin' corn

Windy stuck that old Macguey

Right around that black steer's horns

And the little ropin' horse he shut it right down

And the cinches bust like straw

And the old macguey and the sam slick tree

Went driftin' down the draw

Well-a Windy lands in the big rock pile

And his face and hands are scratched

Well he said he could always rope the steer

But I guess he'd met his match

And he pays his debts like a little old man

Without no bit of jaw

And allows old black steer was the boss

Of everything in that draw

Well the moral of the story boys

Is very plain to see

When you go out to rope your steer

Don't you tie hard your macguey

But you take your dallies like a man

To the California law

And you won't see your old rimfire

Go driftin' down the draw

• Artist:Ian Tyson
• Album:Old Corrals and Sagebrush & Other Cowboy Culture Classics (1983)