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Next thing he tells you 'bout his trip up the
trail, All the way up to Kansas to finish up his tale.
Put him on a horse, he's a dandy hand to work; Put him in the branding-pen, he's dead sure to
shirk. With natural-leaf tobacco in the pockets of his
vest He '11 tell you his Californy pants are the best. He's handled lots of cattle, has n't any fears, Can draw his sixty dollars, for the balance of his
years.
Put him on herd, he's a-cussin' all day; Anything tries, it's sure to get away. When you have round-up he tells it all about He's going to do the cuttin' and you can't keep
him out. If anything goes wrong he lays it on the screws, Says the lazy devils were trying to take a snooze.
When he meets a greener he ain't afraid to rig, Stands him on a chuck-box and makes him dance
a jig, Waives a loaded cutter, makes him sing and
shout, He.'s a regular Ben Thompson, when the boss ain't
about. When the boss ain't about he leaves his leggins in
camp, He swears a man who wears them is worse than a
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