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THREE-BLOCK TOM 15s |
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Well, at last I got him headed Fer the loadin' pens, En right there, friend neighbors, When my trouble it began.
For he would n't make a wiggle Till I'd bought a few drinks more; With his jug hugged up tight in his arms I got him out the door.
That puncher knew more history Of the insect race from A to Z Than any Boston high-brow Who held an L.F.D.
So discoursin' on their merits En to give him time to think, He 'd come out with a suggestion That all hands take a drink.
Besides the three cars loaded, We had 'bout a half-car more, So I dumped Tom among the cattle En shut the stock-car door.
So him en the jug of whiskey Pulled out on the branch; I never thought no more about him Till I got back to the ranch.
Old Andy showed me a telegram From the firm in K.C. — The cattle had arrived all safely, As fine as they could be; |
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