Bill was a Texas lad
And he could rope, you bet
He swore the steer he couldn't tie
Well, he'd never met 'I'm yet

Now all the boys knew an old black steer
Who's a kind of an old outlaw
Who'd run down in the malpais
At the foot of rocky draw

This old black steer had stood his ground
With punchers from ev'rywhere
So they bet old Bill at two-to-one
That he couldn't quite get there

Then Bill brought out his old gray hoss
His withers 'n' back were raw
Prepared to tackle that big black brute
That run down in the draw

With his brazos bit and his Sam Stack Tree
His chaps and spurs to boot
His old maguey tied hard and fast
Bill swore he'd get that brute

Now, first Bill sort-a sauntered 'round
Old blackie began to paw
Then he throwed his tail straight up in the air
And went driftin' down the draw

Bill, he lit in a flint rock pile
His face and hands were scratched
He said he thought he could rope a snake
But he guessed he'd met his match

He paid his bets like a little man
Without a bit of jaw
And 'llowed old alackie was the best
Of anything in the draw

There's a moral to my story, boys
And that you all must see
Whenever you go to tie a snake
Don't tie it to your Tree

But take your dally welters
'Cordin' to California law
You'll never see your old rim-fire
Go driftin' down the draw

Legend:
Sam Stack Tree: the frame, or "Tree" of a saddle was
Made of wood, with a leather covering
"Sam Stack Tree" was a famous brand of saddle

Maguey: pronounced McGee, a rope made of Mexican maguey fiber

Snake: bad steer

Dally Welter: from the Spanish "dar le vuelta", a turn or two
Of the rope around the saddle horn

Rim-fire: a saddle with two girths

Note: Extra verses not on this recording

The old gray plug flew after him
For he'd been eatin' corn
And Bill, he piled his old maguey
Right 'round old blackie's horns

The old gray hoss, he stopped right still
The cinches broke like straw
And the old maguey and the Sam Stack Tree
Went driftin' down the draw