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A MAN NAMED HODS 99 |
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I can shoot and throw a rope and brand a crazy,
locoed steer — I can ride a bucking bronc and make him knuckle.
I can quiet restless cattle when the leader's getting
wild, And the lightning flash is 'miff to make you dizzy, I can soothe 'em like a mother when she's croonin'
to her child — But it something makes a man get might busy!
But my song — it's meek and humble; there is
nothing I can sing That in any way my sentiments can utter; Since I saw your flashing eye, your winning smile
— yes, everything In your outfit — they have set my heart a-flutter.
So, Chiquita, if you'll let me, I would like to brand
you mine — Will you share with me the storms and sunny
weather? Ah! Your arms, your lips, Chiquita — they are
sweeter than old wine! Come, we '11 hit life's trail and follow it — together!
A MAN NAMED HODS
Heard this first over on the Via Grande, sung by a puncher named Liston.
Come, all you old cow-punchers, a story I will tell, And if you'll all be quiet, I sure will sing it well; And if you boys don't like it, you can all go to hell. |
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