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WHEN BOB GOT THROWED 163 |
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'T war n't more than a week ago That I myself got throwed; But that was from a meaner horse Than old Bob ever rode.
D' you reckon Bob looked sad and said "I hope that you ain't hurt"? Naw; he just laughed and laughed To see me chewin' dirt.-
I 've been prayin' ever since For his horse to turn his pack, And when he done it I 'd 'a' laughed If it had broke his back.
So I was still a-howlin'
When Bob he got up lame;
He seen his horse had run clear off,
And so for me he came.
He first chucked sand into my eyes, With a rock he rubbed my head, Then he twisted both my arms: " Now, go fetch that hoss," he said.
So I went and fetched him back, But I was feelin' good all day; For I sure enough do love to see A fellow get throwed that way. |
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