The parson came out one hot afternoon   Us cowboys were laying around   He said boys I've come out here to make ya'll a deal   It's a good one that you won't turn down      Now I'll ride the meanest bronc here on this place   Stay with him 'till he bucks no more   If next Sunday morning I'll find you in church   Singing and praising The Lord      Well it didn't take long and we all agreed   We'd be there come sunshire or rain   Cause we had a wild one that had never been rode   An old fleabitten gray we called Snake      Ol snake was a bad one he'd kick and he'd bite   That's how he come by his name   He'd fight you and buck and never give up   We all knew he'd never be tame       We roped him out and saddled him up   Snubbed him up tight to the post   The parson climbed on him and pulled down his hat   Said okay boys now let him go       Ol Snake quit the earth he chinned the moon   He was diving, squealing and mad   But through it all the parson set tall   He was talking to him and he said       Now ol bronc you're a tough one but I won't be thrown   Cause I've got The Lord on my side   So when you quit having your fit   We'll go out on the prairie and ride       Ol Snake finally settled and hung his old head   The parson stepped down off his back   Said I'll see you boys Sunday morning in church   Praise The Lord for a good horse like that       Now on Sunday mornings you'll find us in church   Praising The Lord as we sing   Ol Snake is tied under the shade tree outside   CAUSE HE'S THE TOP HORSE IN MY STRING   NOW HE'S THE TOP HORSE IN MY STRING      © 2003 Pistol Hill Music ASCAP