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164 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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Building big loops we called " blockers,"
Spinning the rope in the air,
Never a cent in our pockets,
But what did a cow-puncher care?
I 'm tired of riding this trail, boys, Dead tired of riding alone — B 'lieve I '11 head old Button for Texas, Towards my old Palo Pinto home 1
WHEN BOB GOT THROWED
Author unknown. Heard it sung in Arizona at Hachita by a puncher named Livingston.
That time when Bob got throwed I thought I sure would bust; I liked to died a-laffin' To see him chewing dust.
" He crawled on that pinto bronc And hit him with a quirt, The next thing that he knew He was wallerin' in the dirt.
Yes, it might 'a' killed him, I heard the hard ground pop, But to see if he was injured You bet I didn't stop.
I jest rolled on the ground And began to kick and yell; It liked to tickled me to death To see how hard he felL |
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