Colter Wall – Windy Bill (Guitar)

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Well Windy Bill was a Texas man

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And he could rope, you bet

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The steer that Windy couldn't tie

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He had not fought him yet

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But the boys they talked of a little black steer

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Who's a kind of a bad outlaw

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Who lived way down at the bottoms

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At the foot of a rocky draw

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Well this old black steer had held his ground

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With punchers from everywhere

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The boys bet windy two-to-one

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That he could not quite get there

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And windy takes out his old roan horse

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Whose withers and back were raw

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And sets out to tackle that little black brute

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That lives down in the draw    wah

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With his sam slick tree, his brazos bits

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His chaps and taps to boot

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And his old Macguey tied hard and fast

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Bill goes to tackle the brute

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And the little rope horse he sauntered around

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And that steer began to paw

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Then he stuck his tail straight up in the air

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And he heads down through the draw    wah

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Well Windy's horse went after him

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Like-a he'd been eatin' corn

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And Windy stuck that old Macguey

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Right around that black steer's horns

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And the little ropin' horse he shut it right down

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And the cinches bust like straw

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And the old macguey and the sam slick tree

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Went driftin' down the draw

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Well-a Windy lands in the big rock pile

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And his face and hands are scratched

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Well he said he could always rope the steer

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But I guess he'd met his match

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And he takes his bets like a little old man

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Without no bit of jaw

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And allows old black steer was the boss

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Of everything in that draw

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Well the moral of the story boys

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Is very plain to see

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When you go out to rope your steer

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Don't you tie hard your macguey

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But you take your dallies like a man

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To the California law

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And he won't see your old rimfire

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Go driftin' down the draw