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For they, like the cows that are locoed,
Stampede at the sight of a hand,
Are dragged with a rope to the round-up,v
Or get marked with some crooked man's brand.
And I'm scared that I'll be a stray yearling, A maverick, unbranded on high, And get cut in the bunch with the "rusties" When the Boss of the Eiders goes by.
For they tell of another big owner Who's ne'er overstocked, so they say, But who always makes room for the sinner Who drifts from the straight, narrow way.
They say he will never forget you, That he knows every action and look; So for safety you'd better get branded, • Have your name in the great Tally Book.
My wish for all cowboys is this: That we may meet at that grand final sale; Be cut out by the riders of judgment And shoved up the dim, narrow trail.
Authorship credited to Troy Hale, Battle Creek, Ne­braska. I first heard it sung in a bar-room at Wisner, Nebraska, about 1886.
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.

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