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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Back in the day when I was young, I knew a man
named Hods; He was n't fit fer nothin' cep turnin' up the clods.
Buthe came West in fifty-three behind apair of mules And 'twas hard to tell between the three which was the biggest fools.
Up on the plains old Hods he got — there his
trouble began. Oh, he sure did get in trouble, — and old Hodsie
was a man.
He met a bunch of Indian bucks led by Geronimo, And what them Indians did to him — well, shorely I don't know.
But they lifted off old Hodsie's skelp and left him
out to die, And if it hadn't been for me, he'd been in the
sweet by and by.
But I packed him to Santa Fe, and there I found his mules,
For them dad-blamed two critters had got the Indians fooled.
I don't know how they done it, but they shore did
get away, And them two is livin' up to this very day.
Old Hodsie's feet got toughened up; he got to be
a sport; He opened up a gamblin' house and a plaee of low
resort; .. >.r |
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