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We are just plain cow-folks in Texas, But youll find we are all about right; You may stay for a year and be welcome, So it's "'Light, stranger, Tight!",
LITTLE ADOBE CASA
By Tom Beasley
Written in the spring of 1887 and sung in the cow-camps by the author, who had a good voice. While Beasley was working for me I heard him sing the song. There's a story about a nugget of gold, Henry Heap (the bank watchman in El Paso), and Tom Beasley that some of you old-timers may recall, but I can't write it here. Remember?
Just one year ago to-day,
I left my Eastern home,
Hunting for a fortune and for fame.
Little did I think that now
I'd be in Mexico
In this little adobe casa on the plains.
Chorus The roof is ocateo, The coyotes far and near; The Greaser roams about the place all day; Centipedes and tarantulas Crawl o'er me while I sleep In my little adobe casa on the plains.
Alacranies on the ceiling, Cucarachas on the wall, My bill-of-fare is always just the same; Frijoles and tortillas |
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