Bucking Blues And Some Perky Loonies

There’s an old “bucker” down the crowd

He still loving and hang around

Making money, with a carried gun

Down in a place called “willy cowed”

Fighting and humbling against the wall

Making money, with some perky nuts

But he got a bucking blues and some perky loonies

All right sister we’ve been in the road

Dashing and freezing, blowing there some nose

Making pray, in a texas way

All right brother, come to me and tell

It would be a heaven, but it’s been a hell

Making money, workin’ to the bone

But we got a bucking blues and some perky loonies

Getting some cash and job in her hands

Wishing to avoid any promise of land

Making songs, like a tucker band

Dashing and freezing, blowing there again

We got a little jack to gimme what I intend

Making jokes, maybe some drunking jokes