A friend gave me a tape of some OLD, OLD Wilf Carter 78's and I'm having a little difficulty transcribing the lyrics. Just can't make out some of the words. Unlike Bill Carlisle - I could use a LITTLE HELP!

KING OF THE COWBOYS
Recorded by Wilf Carter (a.k.a. Montana Slim)

Listen awhile to my story.
Born a lad from the wide open plains,
Who has won a great name the world over,
Pete Knight to the rodeo came.

He was raised at Crossfield, Alberta,
Just a little cow town in the west.
At last (* unclear ...) a bronco
His feet is never at rest.

He took a real love for the saddle,
Like most of us boys in the west.
He's one big cowboy a-ridin'.
On Sundays his feats was the best.

One day he cornered a bronco
Using a sack for a blind.
Back on the saddle, pull away the blind.
Well, cayuse, let's see you unwind.

Laughing, he made it a practice
Each day a bronco to tame;
And now he's the King of the Cowboys
To ever set foot on the range.

He's come out of the chute a-kickin',
Both feet high in the manes,
While the bronc done his best to unload him,
But the hoss never lived he can't tame.

Riden in all of the Stampedes
I've gone north, south, east and west
At the World's Fair at Chicago
Won the world bronc-riding contest.

But Pete, like all other cowboys,
A girl came into his life.
He took her hand at the altar
And made her his loving wife.

But Canada's proud of her cowboys
Who has won great honor and fame.
We'll take off our hats to the king of them all,
Pete Knight from the Alberta plains.