Some one hand me up the makin's of a smoke!

If you think my fame needs bright'nin'

W'y, I'll rope a streak of lightnin'

And I'll cinch 'im up and spur 'im till he's broke."

Then one caper of repulsion

Broke that hawse's back in two.

Cinches snapped in the convulsion;

Skyward man and saddle flew.

Up he mounted, never laggin',

While we watched him through our tears,