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170 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
I'm on my best horse and I'm goin' at a run, I'm the quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun.
I went to the wagon to get my roll,
To come back to Texas, dad-burn my soul.
I went to my boss to draw my roll,
He had figgered it out I was nine dollars in the hole.
I'll sell my outfit just as soon as I can, I won't punch cattle for no damned man.
Goin' back to town to draw my money" Goin' back home to see my honey.
With my knees in the saddle and my seat in the sky, I'll quit punching cows in the sweet by and by.
Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya.
THE DYING COWBOY
As I walked through Tom Sherman's bar-room,
Tom Sherman's bar-room on a bright summer's day,
There I spied a handsome young cowboy All dressed in white linen as though for the grave.