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74 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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I pulled upon the handles, but I could n't check it up, And I yanked and sawed and hollowed, but the
darned thing would n't stop. Then a sort of a thinker in my brain began to steal, That the devil held a mortgage on that gol-darned
wheel.
I've sort o' dim and hazy remembrance of the stop, With the world a-goin' round and the stars all
tangled up; Then there came an intermission that lasted till I
found I was lyin' at the ranch with the boys all gathered
round, And a doctor was sewin' on the skin where it was
ripped, And old Arizona whispered, " Well, old boy, I guess
you 're whipped." And I told him I was busted from sombrero down
to heel, And he grinned and said, "You ought to see that
gol-darned wheel."
GREASER JOE'S PLACE From the " Denver Republican."
You kin brag of city caffeys and their trout from streams and lakes.
Of their meals served a la carry and their mushÂrooms and their steaks;
But the grub at Greaser Joe's is the finest ever dealt:
Come, hombrey, and jest tuck a bowl of chile 'neath your belt I |
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