Bull Smith is a honcho In a golden Silverado Driving through San Antonio Listening to the radio He's got Bull dogs on his fenders Rattle snake suspenders A hat with buzzard feathers And boots with lizard leathers He's handsome as a devil and he ain't nobody's fool At high noon in the summer he stands cool He's stronger than an eighteen wheeler stormin down the pike But he goes home alone every night Cos he can't dance (Bull Smith) the cotton-eyed Joe He's got turquoise on his buckles Diamonds on his knuckles He can stare down a coyote And get crazy on peyote
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