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I've ridden since the day throwed back
The trailers of the night, An' what fer, shall I tell you,
In a stampede o' delight? To wait out by the cottonwoods,
An' dove-call softly to A girl I know will answer:
"I'm a-comin', boy, to you."
'Twas no time to spare my bronco;
His breathin' spells were brief; He's white with foam an' shakin*
Like the Chinook shakes the leaf. Fer I've splashed thro' muddy rivers,
An' loped across divides, An' ridden where no puncher
In his reason ever rides.
Thro' wallers caked with gumbo,
The buffalo once knew; Thro' water holes an* washouts,
An' a-boggin' in the slew. O'er alkali an' sage brush flats
I cut the whistlin' breeze, An' come straight as the eagle
When his lady bird's to please.