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American Ballads and Folk Songs
We strung 'em out next mornin', and the boss made a count And he said, "Boys, we are just a few out.
"Make a circle, boys, and don't lose no time, I am sure they will be easy to find."
It was over the hillside and over the draws, And we soon brought in the old Two Bars.*
I hit my little pony and he give a little rack, And damned big luck if we ever get back.
I'm headed south just whoopin' and a-yellin', If I don't find a steer, I'll take a heifer yearling.
Jumped in the saddle and hit him with my quirt, The hind cinch busted and the saddle hit the dirt*
With my blankets and my gun and a rawhide rope5 I'm a-slidin' down the trail in a long keen lope.
I'll chew my tobacco and I'll squirt my juice,
I'm goin' down to town to see the old Blue Goose.
I went to the bar and struck on a bell,
Here comes a bunch of niggers running like hell.
Pulled out my gun, brought it on the level, And them damn niggers run like the devil.
And they got me by the foreleg and put me in jail, And I couldn't find a damn soul to go my bail.
Boss come around with a whip in his hand And he swore, by God, I wasn't worth a damn.
The road brand burned on the sides of the cattle.