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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Old raw-hide shoes are hell on corns
While tramping through the sands,
And driving a jackass by the tail —
Damn the overland,
I would as leaf be on a raft at sea,
And there at once be lost.
John, let's leave the poor old mule,
We '11 never get him across. |
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THE CAMP-FIRE HAS GONE OUT
Author unknown. First heard this sung in San Andreas Mountains. I think it was by 'Gene Rhodes.
Through progress of the railroads our occupation's
gone; So we will put ideas into words, our words into a
song. First comes the cowboy; he is pointed for the west; Of all the pioneers I claim the cowboys are the best; You will miss him on the round-up; it's gone, his
merry shout, — The cowboy has left the country and the camp-fire
has gone out.
There is the freighters, our companions; you've
got to leave this land; Can't drag your loads for nothing through the
gumbo and the sand. The railroads are bound to beat you when you do
your level best; So give it up to the grangers and strike out for th*
west. |
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