Key: F major
Verse 1
G
D
Well, he could rope, you bet
He swore the steer he couldn't tie
E
A
Well, he hadn't found him yet
an old black steer
G
D
A sort of an old outlaw
That ran down in the malpais
D
Verse 2
E
A
That he couldn't quite get there
G
D
His withers and back were raw
And prepared to tackle
the big black brute
A
D
That ran down in the draw
Verse 3
D
With his Brazos bit and
And his old maguey tied hard and fast
E
A
Bill swore he'd get the brute
G
D
Old Blackie began to paw
Then threw his tail straight in the air
D
Verse 4
G
D
For he'd been eatin' corn
And Bill, he piled his old maguey
A
D
The old gray hoss he stopped
right still
G
D
The cinches broke like straw
And the old maguey and
the Sam Stack tree
A
D
Went driftin' down the draw
Verse 5
D
Bill, he lit in a flint rock pile
G
D
His face and hands was scratched
He said he thought he could
rope a snake
E
A
But he guessed he'd met his match
G
D
Without a bit of jaw
And 'lowed old Blackie was the boss
D
Verse 6
There's a moral to my' story, boys
G
D
And that you all must see
Whenever you go to tie a snake
E
A
Don't tie it to your tree
G
D
'Cordin' to California law
And you'll never see your old rim- fire
A
D
Go drifting down the draw
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