Me and my uncle went ridin' down
From Colorado, West Texas bound
And we stopped off in Santa Fe
That bein' the point that's about halfway
Besides, it was the hottest part of the day

We led our ponies into the stall
Went to the bar, boys, bought drinks for all
Two days in the saddle, my body hurt
It being summer, I took off my shirt
Tried to wash off some of that dust and dirt

West Texas cowboys, all over town
With gold and silver, they're loaded down
Just back from roundup, did seem a shame
So my uncle starts a friendly game
Called high-low jack and winner takes the game

From the beginning, my uncle starts to win
And them cowboys, they're mad as sin
Some say he's cheatin', but that can't be
'Cause my uncle, he's as honest as me
And I'm as honest as a Denver man can be

Ah-ah-ah, ooh

One of them cowboys thought for the draw
I took a bottle, cracked him on the jaw (cracked him on the jaw)
I wind another, doubt he'll see old
In the confusion, my uncle grabbed the gold
And we hightailed down that road to Mexico

So here's to cowboys, and here's to gold
Here's to uncle, God rest his soul
He taught me well, boy, taught me all I know (taught me well, boy)
Taught me so well, boy, that I took his gold
And I left him layin' by the side of the road
(Left him layin' by the side of the road)
And I left him layin' by the side of the road
And I hightailed down that road to Mexico

Copyright: Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): John Phillips