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36 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Where the 'possum and the badger and the rattlesnakes abound,
And the monstrous stars are winkin' o'er a wilderness profound;
Where lonesome, tawny prairies melt into airy streams,
While the Double Mountains slumber in heavenly kinds of dreams;
Where the antelope is grazin' and the lonely plovers call,
It was there I attended the Cowboys' Christmas Ball. |
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The town was Anson City, old Jones' county seat, Where they raised Polled Angus cattle and waving
whiskered wheat; Where the air is soft and bammy and dry and full
of health, Where the prairies is explodin' with agricultural
wealth; Where they print the Texas Western, that Hall
McCann supplies With news and yarns and stories, of most amazin'
size; Where Frank Smith "pulls the badger" on knowin'
tenderfeet, And Democracy's triumphant and mighty hard to
beat; Where lives that good old hunter, John Milsap,
from Lamar, Who used to be the sheriff "back east in Paris,
sah." |
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