This is the story of Tweedle-O-Twist
And a cowboy that I knew named Tony
From Blithe Fresno old Sant Joe Washoe go rodeo
Pendleton Santa Ana 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 boom 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 kind of 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 ole 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 aren´t a bucking isn´t a bucking old Tony