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American Ballads and Folk Songs |
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Now, all you young maidens, where'er you reside, Beware of the cowboy who swings the rawhide; He'll court you and pet you and leave you and go In the spring up the trail on his bucking bronco. |
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POOR LONESOME COWBOY*
I ain't got no father, I ain't got no father, I ain't got no father, To buy the clothes I wear,
I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, And a long ways from home.
I ain't got no mother,
To mend the clothes I wear.
I ain't got no sister, To go and play with me.
I ain't got no brother,
To drive the steers with me.
I ain't got no sweetheart, To sit and talk with me.
I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, I'm a poor lonesome cowboy, And a long ways from home.
*From Cowboy Songs. |
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