Two Bit Cayuse Stan Rogers

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

It was down by the old Bow River
In the year nineteen and one
That I was twistin' broncos Ever since I hit the trail
And 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
For F A McHugh and Sons

There they had a 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 pay ten dollars
Just to bust that two bit hoss

When I climbed upon him
He just naturally took to the air
And every time we went aloft
He tried to leave me there