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 k**ed 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, Until at last we went so high The light between us shone, And there we parted company And he came down alone. 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, But I'll sell my chaps and saddle, Set my long shank spurs to rust, For now and then you'll find a hoss Yours truly cannot bust. Yes I'll sell my chaps and saddle, Set my long shank spurs to rust, For now and then you'll find a hoss Yours truly cannot bust.