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60 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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And if you get there before I do, and in case you do
not find me, I'll just back trail for a year or two, for the gal I left
behind me.
*DOWN ON THE OL' BAR-G By Phil LeNoir
The boss he took a trip to France,
Down on the oV Bar-G. He left his gal to run the ranch,
Down on the oV Bar-G. She would n't let us chew nor cuss, Had to keep slicked up like a city bus, So round-up time was u-nan-i-mous,
Down on the oV Bar-G.
Our round-up cook he soon got th'u,
Down on the oV Bar-G. Found his clay pipe right in the stew,
Down on the oV Bar-G. But when we let that feller go We married grief an' we married woe, For the gal opined she'd bake the dough,
Down on the oV Bar-G.
Wisht you'd seen her openin' meal
Down on the ol' Bar-G. We all blinked twict — seemed plumb unreal,
Down on the oV Bar-G. We had figs an' fudge an' whipped-up pru-in An' angel-cake all dipped in goo-in, " My Gawd," said Tex, " my stomick 's ruin'"
Down on the oV Bar-G. |
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