Collected by Marvin Wallace For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Buck Buttery August 19, 1958 Reel 281, Item 18
The Bronc That Wouldn't Bust
... the broncos off and on Since first I struck the trail;
You can bet I savy broncos From nostril down to tail.
I struck one on Powder River,
And I'll say, hands, he was the first And only living test Yours truly could not bust.
He wasn't made to tread the earth;
He took natural to the air.
And every time he went aloft He tried to leave me there.
He went to high above the earth, Lights from Jerusalem shone.
Right there we parted company,
And he came down alone.
When I struck terrie fermie,
That buckskin's heels struck free And brought a bunch of stars along To dance in front of me.
I ain't a-riding airplanes In no electric flying beast.
Ain't got no rich relation Awaiting 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.
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