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Old Badger was an outlaw that no man could ever ride |
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So tough the devils pitch fork couldn't penetrate his hide |
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To beat him was the dream of every cowboy in the land |
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But try they might as sure is right they'll wind up in the sand |
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A brag came up from Texas by the name of Too Oaks Tall |
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Was out to get old Badger cause old Too Oaks rode 'em all |
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He said he'd tie a granny knot in Badger's twisting tail |
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So thousands came to stake his claim or to see how bad he'd fail |
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A mighty crowd had gathered with old Badger in the cute |
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The stirrups felt the boating weight of Too Oaks heavy boots |
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Then the cute swang open and the crowd began to roar |
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Cause shirt tail feet upon the seat like waves upon a shore |
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They circled that area Badger pawing out his hate |
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But Tall stuck in the saddle like his tail was made of paste |
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Badger then exploded as his hooves beat on the air |
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But Tall did stay like children's play in grandmas rockin' chair |
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The outlaw's eyes were blazin' and old Talls face was turnin' red |
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They take off to the right but wind up goin' left instead |
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They busted through the fence and crashed the stillness of the night |
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They filled the air with dust and hair and vanished out of sight |
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Some say they died of thirst and time turned them into stone |
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Others say they withered and buzzards picked their bones |
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But somewhere on that prairie is a scene we all ain't saw |
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Did Tall get throwed or Badger rode or was it called a draw |
