There’s an old “bucker” down the crowd He still loving and hang around Making money, with a carried gun Down in a place called “willy cowed” Fighting and humbling against the wall Making money, with some perky nuts But he got a bucking blues and some perky loonies All right sister we’ve been in the road Dashing and freezing, blowing there some nose Making pray, in a texas way All right brother, come to me and tell It would be a heaven, but it’s been a hell Making money, workin’ to the bone But we got a bucking blues and some perky loonies Getting some cash and job in her hands Wishing to avoid any promise of land Making songs, like a tucker band Dashing and freezing, blowing there again We got a little jack to gimme what I intend Making jokes, maybe some drunking jokes