The Bronc That Wouldn’t Bust + 

I’ve busted bronchos off and on + 

Since first I struck their trail, + 

And you bet I savvy bronchos + 

From nostrils down to tail; + 

But I struck one on Powder River, + 

And say, hands, he was the first + 

And only living broncho + 

That your servant couldn’t burst. + 

He was a no-count buckskin, + 

Wasn’t worth two-bits to keep, + 

Had a black stripe down his backbone, + 

And was woolly like a sheep. + 

That hoss wasn’t built to tread the earth; + 

He took natural to the air; + 

And every time he went aloft + 

He tried to leave me there. + 

He went so high above the earth + 

Lights from Jerusalem shone. + 

Right thar we parted company + 

And he came down alone. + 

I hit terra firma, + 

The buckskin’s heels struck free, + 

And brought a bunch of stars along + 

To dance in front of me. + 

I’m not a-riding airships + 

Nor an electric flying beast; + 

Ain’t got no rich relation + 

A-waitin’ me back East; + 

So I’ll sell my chaps and saddle, + 

My spurs can lay and rust; + 

For there’s now and then a digger + 

That a buster cannot bust. + 