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OLD-TIME COWBOY
Understand this was written by an old cow-puncher who claims he was dragging his rope along and some one else's calf got tangled up in it, and he landed in the Huntsville Pen. His name was Rogers. I first heard it sung by Tom Beasley, at Hueco Tanks, Texas.
Come,allyoumelancholyfolks,whereveryoumaybe, I '11 sing you about the cowboy whose life is light
and free; He roams about the prairie, and at night when he
lies down, His heart is as gay as the flowers in May in his bed
upon the ground.
They're a little bit rough, I must confess, the mMst
of them at least; But if you do not hunt a quarrel, you can live with
them in peace; For if you do, you're sure to rue the day you joined
their band. They will follow you up and shoot it out with you,
just man to man.
Did you evergo to a cowboy whenever hungry anddry, Asking for a dollar and have him you deny? He'll just pull out his pocket-book and hand you
a note, — They are the fellows to help you whenever you are
broke.
Go to their ranches and stay a while — they never
ask a cent; And when they go to town their money is freely spent |
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