The parson came out one hot afternoon Us cowboys were laying around He said boys I've come out here to make ya'll a deal It's a good one that you won't turn down Now I'll ride the meanest bronc here on this place Stay with him 'till he bucks no more If next Sunday morning I'll find you in church Singing and praising The Lord Well it didn't take long and we all agreed We'd be there come sunshire or rain Cause we had a wild one that had never been rode An old fleabitten gray we called Snake Ol snake was a bad one he'd kick and he'd bite That's how he come by his name He'd fight you and buck and never give up We all knew he'd never be tame We roped him out and saddled him up Snubbed him up tight to the post The parson climbed on him and pulled down his hat Said okay boys now let him go Ol Snake quit the earth he chinned the moon He was diving, squealing and mad But through it all the parson set tall He was talking to him and he said Now ol bronc you're a tough one but I won't be thrown Cause I've got The Lord on my side So when you quit having your fit We'll go out on the prairie and ride Ol Snake finally settled and hung his old head The parson stepped down off his back Said I'll see you boys Sunday morning in church Praise The Lord for a good horse like that Now on Sunday mornings you'll find us in church Praising The Lord as we sing Ol Snake is tied under the shade tree outside CAUSE HE'S THE TOP HORSE IN MY STRING NOW HE'S THE TOP HORSE IN MY STRING © 2003 Pistol Hill Music ASCAP Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com