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Snowville
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This is a poem that my friend Wayne Nelson wrote a while back. So many people asked me to write some music to it. It has been a classic at many a cowboy gathering. A great poem
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Retired from the company in 2011 after 38.94 years and I can't complain. I am now semi retired and concentrating on my fishing, boats, music, concerts, club dates, and the organizations that I belong to. I am also committed to helping the community and doing what I can for those in need. A big thank you to Palouse Country Cowboy Poets Association, and the Western Music Association, they help me to help others. Thank you and God Bless
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Genre
Country • Country and Western
Charts
Peak #15
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Bodie/Wayne Nelson
Rights
2003
Uploaded
September 05, 2005
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MP3 5.6 MB • 128 kbps • 6:07
Story behind the song
One of the most requested poems at cowboy gatherings and the most requested song at KRLC radio in Lewiston, Idaho.
Lyrics
Snowville Wayne Nelson Snowville, he’s an albino bull, a legend in his time His pink eyes glowing like cinders, and his horns spread sharp and wide A hide of pure white satin that shinned like Texas hail ‘Cept for his brand and a green spot under the tail Snowville made his livin’ on the circuit radio Sent them riders flying and the clowns runnin’ to and fro If a rider drew ‘ol Snowville you could bet your Wrangler shirt You either got a high point ride or a face full o’blood and dirt Now Rufus rode his share o’bulls ‘fore he became a clown And underneath all that makeup that cowboy’s face was brown The riders paid him tribute none could put him down They knew their lives was in his hands once they hit the ground Now Rufus and ‘Ol Snowville had done many a rodeo The crowds watched Snowville send that clown on many a barrel roll They respected one another ’twas more like play than fight And Snowville got some extra grain behind the chutes at night ‘Twas in a place down South of here when Rufus was all alone His mouth was dry as cotton that hot old afternoon He walked into the nearest bar all he wanted was a beer But the bouncer took one look at him said, “ Y’all can’t drink in here!’ Now Rufus got steamed up all right he thought he’d paid his dues He left that place remembering why his people sang the blues Being just a tad outnumbered he left without a fight Headed back to the rodeo grounds and borrowed a truck that night Well.. that honky-tonk was really jumping with that hooraw hee haw sound The band was on its second break sluggin’ that bourbon down There was cards and dice and dancing Wild Turkey, beer and Gin When the back door busted open and Snowville wondered in History got made that night as Snowville changed the rules Sent the bouncer to the ladies room and the barmaid wet her stool Sent the pool table flying wedged up against the door Then knocked the lights out with his horns when he jumped behind the bar Snowville stomped and snorted rackin’ bottles off the shelves With his foot stuck in a spittoon keeping time with his brass bell With the barkeep’s apron draped across the horns before his eyes He spun and chased a pool shark halfway across that dive The barroom floor was inches deep in beer and whiskey foam Snowville stopped just long enough to add a little of his own Pabst Blue Ribbon mixes with Coors, Vodka mixed with draft He was headed for the bandstand through it all he bucked and splashed The bass player tried to reach the door but dodged behind an amp As Snowville hooked the pedal steel and wore it for a hat The piano made a mournful honk as his tail struck a chord He whirled and charged that baby grand and turned it into boards The Snowville stopped abruptly and made to paw the ground He squared off with the jukebox it was Ernest Tubbs turn now And the colored lights exploded as him and Nashville did collide And filled the air like falling rain with top forty forty-fives Well the bouncer he was praying in the second toilet stall As Snowville charged the mirror outside and his head broke through the wall And the last thing he remembered what he told the boys in blue Was this black man’s face askin’ him, “is he white enough for you!” Well they tell me that Rufus spent his nest egg on a ranch He’s raising up some bucking stock, he’s got an outside chance They say them Brahma calves are white and shine like Texas hail ‘Cept for a brand on their left hip and a green patch under the tail
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