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162 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Shall Arizona woo me
Where the meek Apache hides?
Or New Mexico where natives grow
With arrow-proof insides?
Nay, 'tis where the grizzlies wander
And the lonely diggers roam,
And the grim Chinese from the squatter flees,
That I'll make my humble home.
I '11 chase the wild tarantula And the fierce coyote I '11 dare, And the locust grim, I "11 battle him, In his native wildwood lair.
Or I '11 seek the gulch deserted, And dream of the wild red man, And I '11 build a cot on a corner lot And get rich as soon as I can. |
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WHAT'S BECOME OF THE PUNCHERS? By N. Howard Thorp What's become of the punchers We rode with long ago ? The hundreds and hundreds of cowboys We all of us used to know?
Sure, some were killed by lightning, Some when the cattle run, Others were killed by horses, And some with the old six-gun. |
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