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Says he's not caring for wages that he earns, For dad's rich in Texas 'n' got wagonloads to
burn; But when he goes to town he's sure to take
it in; He's always been dreaded wherever he has been. He rides a fancy horse, he is a favorite man, Can get more credit than a common waddie can.
When you ship the cattle he's bound to go along To keep the boss from drinking and to see that
nothing's wrong; Wherever he goes, catch on to his game, He likes to be called with a handle to his name; He's always primping with a pocket looking-glass; From the top to the bottom he's a holy jackass.
Received this song from Clabe Merchant, Black River, New Mexico.
Come, cowboys, and listen to my song; I'm in hopes I'll please you and not keep you long; I '11 sing you of things you may think strange About West Texas and the U S TJ range.
You may go to Stamford and there see a man Who wears a white shirt and is asking for hands; You may ask him for work and he '11 answer you
short; He will hurry you up, for he wants you to start. He will put you in a wagon and be off in the rain, You will go upon Tongue River on the U S U range.

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