Tweedle Dee

He wore a purple shirt a yeller neck tie some high

heal boots that come knee high



Crocket spurs hangin' off his feet



The hair across his forehead was combed real neat



He had himself a saddle an old Ham lee



He placed it on the back of that Tweedle Dee



Measured off his hat grain with a piece of hair



Just by lookin' you could tell he was scared



Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee you could tell by lookin'



He's scared of that tweedle dee



Well his chaps were glued up and so was his cap



And that ol pine rosin was a drippin' from his hands



He had his saddle covered so the judges couldn't see



He's glued up ready for this tweedle dee



Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he's glued up and ready



To ride this tweedle dee



All the bronc riders say he's a might rank horse



And many good cowboys' he has tossed



But when you come right down to it



Its pain to see he ain't nothin' but another Tweedle Dee



Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he ain't nothin' but another big balute



He's a tweedle dee