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16 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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The music was a-ringing in a dance-hall 'cross the
way, And the dancers was a-swinging just as close as
they could lay.
People gathered round the tables a-betting of their wealth,
And near by stood a stranger who had come there for his health.
He was a peaceful stranger, though he seemed ta be unstrung;
For just before he'd left his home he'd been separated from one lung.
Near by at a table sat a man named Hankey Dean, A tougher man than Hankey leather chaps had
never seen. But Hankey was a gambler and he sure did hate
to lose; And he had just parted with a sun-dried stack of
blues.
He arose from the table, on the floor his last chip flung,
And cast his fiery glimmers on the man with just one lung.
"No wonder I've been losing every bet I made tonight
When a rsucker and a tenderfoot was 'tween me and the light.
"Look here, little stranger, do you know who I am? " "Yes, and I don't care a copper-colored damn." |
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