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	134 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS

	So flap up your holster and snap up your belt, And strap up your saddle whose lap you have felt; Good-bye to the steers from long chaparral, For there's a town that's a trunk by the railroad corral. THE RAMBLING COWBOY Author supposed to have been K. Tolliver. I first heard it at Van Horn, Texas. There was a rich old rancher who lived in the country by; He had a lovely daughter on whom I cast my eye; She was pretty, tall, and handsome, both neat and very fair; There's no other girl in the country with her I could compare. I asked her if she would be willing for me to cross the plains; She said she would be truthful until I returned again; She said she would be faithful until death did prove unkind, So we kissed, shook hands, and parted, and I left my girl behind. I left the state of Texas, for Arizona I was bound; I landed in Tombstone City, I viewed the place all round. Money and work were plentiful, and the cowboys they were kind, But the only thought of my heart was the girl I left behind.