Show THE TILE OUTLAW 00 By Badger Clark When my rope takes hold on a two two- year old By the foot or the neck or the horn He kin pl plunge and fight till tilt his eyes go white But Ill I'll throw him as sure as youre you're born Though the taunt rope sings like a B banjo string And the creak and strain Yet I got no fear of an outlaw steer And I tumble him tim on the plain For a B man is a man but a steer is a beast And the man is the boss of the herd And each of the bunch from the biggest biggest big big- gest to least Must come down when he says sas the word When my leg swings cross on an outlaw boss hoss And m my spurs clinch into his hide He kin and pitch over hill and ditch But wherever here he goes Ill I'll ride Let him spin and flop like a crazy top Or flit like a wind wind whipped whipped smoke But hell he'll Know the feel of m my rowel rowel- led heel Till hes he's happy happ to own hes he's broke For a man is a man and a hoss boss is a beast And the hose boss may be prince of his hla clan I But hell he'll bow to the bit and the steel shod boot bootI I And own 11 that his boss is the man J Continued on page 4 THE OUTLAW I Continued from page 1 oo 00 When the devil at at rest underneath th my ve ves vest Gets up and begins to paw And my hot tongue strains at its its' bridle reins Then I tackle the real reil outlaw When I get plumb riled and my sense goes wild And my temper is fraction If hell he'll hang his neck neck just a speck Then its it's dollars to dimes Im I'm For a il man is a man but hes he's partly a be beast st He kin brag till he be makes you deaf But the one lone brute from the West Wesl to the East That he quite break is him him- sef |