The parson came out one hot afternoon
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Us cowboys were laying around
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He said boys I've come out here to make ya'll a deal
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It's a good one that you won't turn down
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Now I'll ride the meanest bronc here on this place
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Stay with him 'till he bucks no more
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If next Sunday morning I'll find you in church
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Singing and praising The Lord
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Well it didn't take long and we all agreed
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We'd be there come sunshire or rain
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Cause we had a wild one that had never been rode
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An old fleabitten gray we called Snake
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Ol snake was a bad one he'd kick and he'd bite
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That's how he come by his name
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He'd fight you and buck and never give up
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We all knew he'd never be tame
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We roped him out and saddled him up
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Snubbed him up tight to the post
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The parson climbed on him and pulled down his hat
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Said okay boys now let him go
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Ol Snake quit the earth he chinned the moon
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He was diving, squealing and mad
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But through it all the parson set tall
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He was talking to him and he said
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Now ol bronc you're a tough one but I won't be thrown
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Cause I've got The Lord on my side
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So when you quit having your fit
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We'll go out on the prairie and ride
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Ol Snake finally settled and hung his old head
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The parson stepped down off his back
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Said I'll see you boys Sunday morning in church
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Praise The Lord for a good horse like that
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Now on Sunday mornings you'll find us in church
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Praising The Lord as we sing
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Ol Snake is tied under the shade tree outside
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CAUSE HE'S THE TOP HORSE IN MY STRING
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NOW HE'S THE TOP HORSE IN MY STRING
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Ol Snake
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| Fletcher Jowers |
