This is the story of Tweedle-O-Twist
And a cowboy that I knew named Tony
From Blithe Fresno, old Saint Joe
Washoe go rodeo
Pendleton, Santa Anna, 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 going 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 broom
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 turning old 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
Traveling 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 kicking friend
I've got more than enough of his memories
For down in Mesquite
There's a cowboy sleeping
Where bulls ain't a bucking
Ain't a bucking old Tony