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So I wrote a letter, a letter to my dear, But not a word from her could I hear.
Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
When I arrived at the once loved home I called for the darling of my own; They said she had married a richer life, Therefore, wild cowboy, seek another wife.
Whoo-a-whoo^a-whoo-a-whoo.
Oh, the girl she is married I do adore, And I cannot stay at home any more; I'll cut my way to a foreign land Or I'll go back west to my cowboy band.
Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
I'll go back to the Western land, I'll hunt up my old cowboy band,— Where the girls are few and the boys are true And a false-hearted love I never knew.
Whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo-a-whoo.
" O Buddie, O Buddie, please stay at home, Don't be forever on the roam. •There is many a girl more true than I, So pray don't go where the bullets fly."
Whoo-a-whoo^a-whoo-a-whoo.
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