Windy Bill was a Texas man,--
Well, he could rope, you bet.
He swore the steer he couldn't tie,--
Well, he hadn't found him yet.
But 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;
So they bet old Bill at two to one