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56 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Tell 'em Irode straight an' square an' never grabbed
for leather; Never roped a crippled steer or rode a sore-backed
horse; Tell 'em I've bucked wind an' rain an' every sort
of weather, Had my tilts with A. K. Hall an' Captain R. E.
Morse. Don't hide nothin' from 'em, whether it be sweet
or bitter, Tell 'em I'll stay on th' range, but if I'm shut
outside 111 abide it like a man because I ain't no
quitter; I ain't going to change just when I cross th' Big
Divide.
Tell 'em, when th' Roundup comes for all us human
critters, Just corral me with my kind an' run a brand on
me; I don't want to be corralled with hypocrites an'
quitters; Brand me just for what I am — an' I 'm just what
you see. I don't want no steam-het stall or bran-mash for
my ration; I just want to meet th' boss an' face him honest-eyed, Show him just what chips I got an' shove 'em in for
cashin'; That's what you can tell 'em when I cross the Big
Divide. |
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