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132 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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In the old days the punchers took just what they
got: It was sowbelly, beans, and the old coffee-pot; But now you come howlin' for pie and for cake, Then you cuss at the cook for a good bellyache.
You say that I 'm old, with my feet on the skids; Well, I'm tellin' you now that you're nothin' but
kids: If you reckon your mounts are some snaky and
raw, Just try ridin' herd on a stove that won't draw.
When you look at my apron, you're readin' my
brand, Four X, which is sign for the best in the land; On bottle or sack it sure stands for good luck, So — line up, you waddies, and wrangle your chuck.
No use of your snortin' and fightin' your head: If you like it with chile, just eat what I said; For I aim to be boss of this end of the show, While you're punchin' cattle and I'm punchin' dough. |
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THE RAILROAD CORRAL
Author unknown. Mailed to ms by a friend at Colorado City, Texas.
Oh, we're up in the morning ere breaking of the
day, The chuck-wagon's busy, the flapjacks in play; |
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