Collected for M.C.Parler Collected and transcribed by Sara Jo Fendley
Mt. View, Ark. Jan.4, 1964 sung by Glen Orland and accompanying himself on the guitar. Learned in 1944 in Arizona from cowpuncher, "Powder River Jack"
Reel 419. Item 13
XIII WINDY BILL
Oh Windy Bill was a Texas boy, and he could rope you bet He swore the steer he couldn't tie he hadn't met up yet The boys knew of an old black steer that ran down in the draw At the bottom of the Malpies and a sorta bad outlaw
Now many a boy had tried the steer but he got away for fair We bet old Bill two to one he couldn't quite set there He saddled up his old gray horse, his back and withers raw And started after the old black steer, that ran down in the draw
With his sam-stak-tree and new magee and his spurs and chaps to boot His rope tied to the saddle horn he tackled that old brute But when he caught the old black steer the cinches broke like straw
and his sam-stack-tree and new magee, went driftin' down the draw
Now Bill lit' in a flintrock pile his face and his head was scratched They got him up and dusted him off and sorta got him patched He just stood there a cussin', the madest man I ever saw While his sam-stack-tree and new magee went driftin' down the draw
Now there's a moral to my story boys, as you can plainly see Don't ever tie your catch rope, onto your saddle tree But take your dally wealers to , the California law
and your sam-stack-tree and new magee, won't go driftin' down the draw
