Joyce and I started bustin' broncs down at Knot's place when we was knee high to a grasshopper. Camera's never lie, but they don't always tell the whole truth either.
When I was cowboy'n up in old Wyomin' I met Joyce who was the best-lookin' school marm in Jackson Hole.
When you've been on the range for six months, you gotta get priorities straight: likker first, then a bath. And cowboy wisdom suggests never rush a likker'd up cowpoke even if he's in the only bathtub in town.
Finally here's a line of bull…
About when I was a bullrider in the big rodeo over in Cody.
Of course being such fine bronc riders as we was -- our kids just naturally took to the proposition too.
Charlie Russell was the best spinner of tall tales, but I gotta admit ol' Steven Spielberg ain't far behind :-)
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