Windy Bill was a Texas man and he could rope, you bet
Talk of the steer he couldn't tie, well, he hadn't found him yet
The boys they knew of an old black steer, a sort of an old outlaw
That ran down in the malpais at the foot of a rocky draw
This old black steer had stood his ground with punchers from everywhere
The boys bet Bill two to one that he couldn't quite get there
Bill saddled up his old cow horse, his withers and back was raw
And prepared to tackle this old black steer who ran down in the draw
With his gracin' bit and Sam Stack tree, his chaps and spurs to boot
His old maguey tied hard and fast went out to tackle the brute
Bill he first came a-ridin' round, old Blackie began to paw
Poked up his tail high up in the air and lit down in the draw
The old cow horse flew after him like he'd been eatin' corn
And Bill he landed his old maguey 'round old Blackie's horns
The old time horse he stopped dead still, the cinches broke like a straw
Both the Sam Stack tree and the old McGee went driftin' down the draw
Bill landed in a big rock pile, his hands and face was scratched
He said he thought he could rope a snake, but I guessed he'd met his match
He paid his debts like a gentleman without a bit of jaw
And allowed old Blackie was the boss of all down in the draw
There's a moral to my song, boys, which I hope that you can see
When you start to tackle a steer never tie hard your McGee
But take your dally welters to the California law
And you'll never see your old rim fire go a-driftin' down the draw