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