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THE GAL I LEFT BEHIND ME 69 |
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Oh, little bean about you's such a savor,
Such a muchness, such a taste that you have got;
A particularly satisfying flavor
When we've added sow and chile to the pot.
Then good-bye, my little pard, I hate to leave you,
You've been with me on many a long hike;
So I 'II eat the last of you that is in the skillet,
Then saddle up old buck and hit the pike.
THE GAL I LEFT BEHIND ME
This song is so old that all the descendants of the author, "I understand," have died of old age. I believe it was the first cow song I ever heard.
I struck the trail in seventy-nine,
The herd strung out behind me;
As I jogged along my mind ran back
For the gal I left behind me.
That sweet little gal, that true little gal,
The gal I left behind me 1
If ever I get off the trail
And the Indians they don't find me,
I'll make my way straight back again
To the gal I left behind me.
That sweet little gal, that true little gal,
The gal I left behind me I
The wind did blow, the rain did flow,
The hail did fall and blind me;
I thought of that gal, that sweet little gal,
That gal I'd left behind mel
That sweet little gal, that true little gal,
The gal I left behind mel |
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