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94 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Stirred up in chile sauce
In my little adobe casa on the plains.
But if some dark-eyed mujer
Would consent to be my wife,
I would try to be contented and remain
'Til fate should show a better place
To settle down for life
Than this little adobe casa on the plains. |
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THE LITTLE COW-GIRL By K. Howard Thorp
Daddy come from Brownsville, En Maw from San Antone; We come here in a wagon That ud rock en squeak en groan;
We brought our stock en horses; (The Boys come on afore; En Dad was playin' all the way "Old Turkey in the Straw"!
There's me en Sister Annie, En Tom, en Si, en Budd; We all was raised with cattle, So I guess it's in our blood;
En I shore love the dances — Folks say I take after Maw — When Dad takes down his fiddle En plays "Turkey in the Straw"! |
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