Chester

Chester - Bobby Bare

He says that in his younger days he rode the rodeos

But now he tends the gardens of the folks up on the hill

Buckin' broncs and Brahma bulls and only once been throwed

But it left him with a gimpy leg

And a thirst that he can't fill

In his Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt

Acme Roughouts run down at the heels and caked with dirt

Sweat stained Stetson pulled down low

And a leg that always hurts

Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt

He says that in his younger days he rode with ol' Pontrel

But he never never let 'em put his name

Or his picture in a book

He sends us down for Beechnut and he sips his Muscatel

And says ya know boys I'm a whole lot older than I look

He's known his share of women

And he's dealt his share of cards

And he'd bet some pennies with us

But he never carries change

And as he clips the hedges and waters down the yards

He says it sure is a far sight from that wild buffalo range

In his Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt

Acme Roughouts run down at the heels

And caked with dirt

Sweat stained Stetson pulled down low

And a leg that always hurts

Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt

Frisco jeans and an old Can't Bust 'Em shirt