COWBOY LYRICS - online book

A Large Collection of Traditional Cowboy lyrics & songs

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And on plunging ponies we Shouted back in mocking glee, When in town the black gun spoke Thro' a smiling wreath of smoke.
Thus I dream and long and fret. For my heart will not forget Not forget those old, red days Of the trailits careless ways; Not forgetyou know the sign' Answer me, oh, pard of mine.
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