Me and my uncle went a'ridin' down
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from Colorado, West Texas bound
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We stopped over in Santa Fe
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The part of being about half way.
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Besides it was the hottest part of the day.
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We led our ponies into a stall.
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Went to a bar, boys.
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Bought drinks for all.
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Two days in the saddle, my body hurt,
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IT being summer, took off my shirt,
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and tried to wash off some of that dusty dirt.
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West Texas cowboys, all over town,
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with gold and silver, they're loaded down.
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Just in FROM round up
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You know it seemed a shame
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And so my uncle starts a friendly game
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High-low jack, the winner takes the game.
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From the beginning my uncle started to win.
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Them Texas cowboys they was mad as sin.
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Some said "he's cheatin'!"
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Ah, but that can't be, because my uncle, well, he's as honest as me.
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AND I'm about as honest as a Denver man can be.
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One of them cowboys, you know he started to draw.
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I grabbed a bottle, slapped him on the jaw.
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I had to shoot another, now he won't grow old
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In the confusion my uncle grabbed the gold.
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AND we hightailed it down to Mexico,
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Mexico, way down to Mexico.
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God bless cowboys
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God bless gold
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God bless my uncle, God rest his soul
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He taught me well, boys
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TAUGHT me all I know
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Taught me so that I grabbed the gold
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AND left him lying there by the side of the road.
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Me & My Uncle
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| John Denver |
