I see your mad eyes and I'll count your fifteen hands
And I hear you calling my name from the bleachers.
Do you know where this rides gonna take us?
To the last best place that I'll ever see?

Do you carry the secrets of Mister J Solomon Rarey?
Will you whisper them to me while I break your back.
Do you know where this hides gonna take us?
To the last best place that you'll ever see.

He's no two bit Bobby dazzler, don't wear batwing chaps of steel.
There's no sliver in his Spurs and no Cuban in his heels
Just look at him go, he's Montana's toughest now.
Tucker Zing, take a bow.
Tucker Zing, take a bow.

There's no call for Flint cause this wild thing is played.
Don't need fashion tip toe I'll wear sneakers.
Do you see where this rides gonna take us?
To the last best place that we'll ever see.

He's no two bit Bobby dazzler, don't wear batwing chaps of steel.
There's no sliver in his Spurs and no Cuban in his heels
Just look at him go, he's Montana's toughest now.
Tucker Zing, take a bow.
Tucker Zing, take a bow.

Easy now
Stay right there.
You're Montana's toughest now.

He's no two bit Bobby dazzler, don't wear batwing chaps of steel.
There's no sliver in his Spurs and no Cuban in his heels
Just look at him go, he's Montana's toughest now.
Tucker Zing, take a bow.
Tucker Zing, take a bow.

(David Myers 2017)