Windy Bill Ian Tyson

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
Whose 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