It was down to Red River I came, Prepared to play a damned tough game,-- Whoa! skew, till I saddle you, whoa!
I crossed the river to the ranch where I intended to work, With a big six-shooter and a derned good dirk,-- Whoa! skew, till I saddle you, whoa!
They roped me out a skew-ball black With a double set-fast on his back,-- Whoa! skew, till I saddle you, whoa!
And when I was mounted on his back, The boys all yelled, "Just give him slack,"-- Whoa! skew, till I saddle you, whoa!
They rolled and tumbled and yelled, by God, For he threw me a-whirling all over the sod,-- Whoa! skew, till I saddle you, whoa!
I went to the boss and I told him I'd resign, The fool tumbled over, and I thought he was dyin',-- Whoa! skew, till I saddle you, whoa!
And it's to Arkansaw I'll go back, To hell with Texas and the skew-ball black,-- Whoa! skew, till I saddle you, whoa!