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THE TEXAS COWBOY |
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Take this old hen-skin bedding, Too thin to keep me warm; I nearly freeze to death, my boys, Whenever there's a storm.
And take this old " tarpoleon" Too thin to shield my frame — I got it down in New Mexico A-dealin' a Monte game.
Now to win these fancy leggins I'll have enough to do; They cost me twenty dollars The day that they were new.
I have an outfit on the Musselshell, But that I'll never see, Unless I get sent to represent The circle or D.T.
I've worked up in Nebraska Where the grass grows ten feet high, And the cattle are such rustlers That they seldom ever die;
I 've worked up in the sand hills, And down upon the Platte, Where the cowboys are good fellows And the cattle always fat;
I've traveled lots of country, — Nebraska's hills of sand, Down through the Indian Nation, And up the Rio Grande; — |
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