| Old Badger was an outlaw that no man could ever ride
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| So tough the devils pitch fork couldn’t penetrate his hide
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| To beat him was the dream of every cowboy in the land
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| But try they might as sure is right they’ll wind up in the sand
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| A brag came up from Texas by the name of Too Oaks Tall
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| Was out to get old Badger cause old Too Oaks rode 'em all
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| He said he’d tie a granny knot in Badger’s twisting tail
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| So thousands came to stake his claim or to see how bad he’d fail
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| A mighty crowd had gathered with old Badger in the cute
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| The stirrups felt the boating weight of Too Oaks heavy boots
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| Then the cute swang open and the crowd began to roar
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| Cause shirt tail feet upon the seat like waves upon a shore
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| They circled that area Badger pawing out his hate
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| But Tall stuck in the saddle like his tail was made of paste
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| Badger then exploded as his hooves beat on the air
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| But Tall did stay like children’s play in grandmas rockin' chair
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| The outlaw’s eyes were blazin' and old Talls face was turnin' red
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| They take off to the right but wind up goin' left instead
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| They busted through the fence and crashed the stillness of the night
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| They filled the air with dust and hair and vanished out of sight
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| Some say they died of thirst and time turned them into stone
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| Others say they withered and buzzards picked their bones
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| But somewhere on that prairie is a scene we all ain’t saw
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| Did Tall get throwed or Badger rode or was it called a draw |