I hop on my ol’ horse called Loper,
an’ head to where mountain meets sky—
he leaps an’ he jumps—lands me fast on my rump,
an’ tears fill my only good eye.

A patch I got on the other
from a bullwhip a polecat once swung—
he claimed he was aimin’ at cow rears,
but I shot him right quick with my gun.

Now, I got one eye—he’s got one ear,
I guess we’re even that way—
each of us scarred for no reason
‘cept to prove we were fools in our day.