There’s an old “bucker” down the crowd
He still loving and hang around
Making money, with a carried gun
Down in a place called “willy cowed”
Fighting and humbling against the wall
Making money, with some perky nuts
But he got a bucking blues and some perky loonies
All right sister we’ve been in the road
Dashing and freezing, blowing there some nose
Making pray, in a texas way
All right brother, come to me and tell
It would be a heaven, but it’s been a hell
Making money, workin’ to the bone
But we got a bucking blues and some perky loonies
Getting some cash and job in her hands
Wishing to avoid any promise of land
Making songs, like a tucker band
Dashing and freezing, blowing there again
We got a little jack to gimme what I intend
Making jokes, maybe some drunking jokes
