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If they once begin, for hours they '11 chin, And tell, although they hit him And ran all day, how he got away, And why they did n't git 'im.
CHOPO
By N. Howard Thorp
Written in Devil's River, Texas, 1901, at Jeneaw, or Juno, Lake, when.in camp with Frank Wilson. This little horse I got from Antelope George at Sierra Blanca, was branded O. I rode him from Sierra Blanca to Paris, Texas. This song was in my first publication, copyrighted in 1908.
Through rocky arroyos so dark and so deep; Down the sides of the mountains so slippery and
steep; You've good judgment, sure-footed, wherever you
go You're a safety conveyance, my little Chopo.
Whether single or double, or in lead of a team, Over highways or byways or crossing a stream, You're always in fix and willing to go Whenever you're called on, my Chico Chopo.
You 're a good roping horse; you were never jerked
down; When tied to a steer, you will circle him around; Let him once cross the string, and over he'll go. You sabe the business, my cow horse Chopo.
One day on the Llano, a hail-storm began; The herds were stampeded, the horses all ran; |
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