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Old raw-hide shoes are hell on corns
While tramping through the sands,
And driving a jackass by the tail
Damn the overland,
I would as leaf be on a raft at sea,
And there at once be lost.
John, let's leave the poor old mule,
We '11 never get him across.
Author unknown. First heard this sung in San Andreas Mountains. I think it was by 'Gene Rhodes.
Through progress of the railroads our occupation's
gone; So we will put ideas into words, our words into a
song. First comes the cowboy; he is pointed for the west; Of all the pioneers I claim the cowboys are the best; You will miss him on the round-up; it's gone, his
merry shout, The cowboy has left the country and the camp-fire
has gone out.
There is the freighters, our companions; you've
got to leave this land; Can't drag your loads for nothing through the
gumbo and the sand. The railroads are bound to beat you when you do
your level best; So give it up to the grangers and strike out for th*

E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III