This is the story of Tweedle-O-Twist And a cowboy that I knew named Tony From Blithe Fresno ol' Sant Joe Washoe go rodeo Pendleton Santa Ana Baker Bozeman and Burley From Chambers to Payson Rapid City to Akron We'd sing just to ease all the hurts that we gained A bandage to wrap the aches and a few turns of tape Held us together and stopped the blood stains Well sometimes we'd draw bad and the stock wouldn't buck And there was times when the luck wasn't goin' our way But a credit card that I'd found would get us to the next town With just a switch of his Montana plates I remember at Evanston when a bull broke his arm And we had to make it on into Beulah the next day I broke out the CB and the only doctor Tony seen Was me and a can of ether There in the Beulah shoot gates And it was at Louisville that I went down in the well And a suicide wrap I held in my hand The clown just shook his boom while I dangled near doom It was Tony that saved my life then Then a year from that week we pulled up at Mesquite Where I drew number twelve from the herd And Tony my side kick pulled Tweedle-O-Twist That bull's famous from Prairie to Evansburg All right now cowboys kinda clear the way Let that ambulance through there let that ambulance on through Looks like a pretty bad wreck out there folks Hold up folks we go one more ride left down there in the shoots Wait a minute it looks like they're turnin' ole number twelve out So that's all for today folks I'll finish the story of Tweedle-O-Twist And the cowboy that I knew named Tony From Sterling to Abilene Loveland to New Orleans I've got a new partner travelin' with me But I never could explain why I called him the wrong name When I get drunk I call him Tony And sometimes he'll ask me why I pass Montana by You know at Butte they got money But that's where I met him my side kickin' friend I've got more than enough of his memories For down in Mesquite there's a cowboy sleeping Where bulls ain't a buckin' ain't a buckin' ole Tony
