No sir. I do not know the song nor the experience.
Probably for the best. It’s a rodeo song often sung by drunk Indians and surly cowpokes wearing black hats.
It may have earned me some time off here too, but it was a long while back.
Something completely different—
I met Gilda Radner at Mardi Gras, ‘77 or thereabouts. SNL was taping a show in Nawlins. She said I was “cute” and was very nice. And that was it. No rodeo,
no singing. Past my bedtime