The Tenderfoot and Nasty

The Tenderfoot And Nasty “Well, lookey here !” Bob said with glee “We’ve got a tenderfoot ! He’s got this brand new gear , you see He don’t know where to put ” “He says he comes from way Back East Teach him a thing or two Let’s put him on that unbroke beast And see what he can do” The hoss they gave him don’t look mean Though Nasty was his name He did seem sometimes really keen On makin’ riders lame It seemed so like an awful match New guy on this terror This plot somehow just didn’t hatch We all judged in error The greenhorn climbed upon that hoss A move as slick as rain He spurred to show him who was boss And let him have the rein Now Nasty gave him all he had He bucked and whirled and screamed The rider smiled, said “This ain’t bad ! It’s nothin’ like I dreamed.” That hoss gave up, plum’ tuckered out The rider just stepped down. Bob said “The East you lied about! You’ve rode before this town !” The new guy said, “Not in the least. This here’s New Mexico. The whole of Texas lies Back East I do believe it’s so !” They called him tenderfoot no more He made a real smart hand He came from Texas that’s for shor' And that ol' boy’s got sand