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The Dreary, Dreary Life
And then his day's work is not done, For there's his night herd to go on.
The wolves and owls with their terrifying howls Will disturb us in our midnight dream, As we lie on our slickers on a cold, rainy night Way over on the Pecos stream.
■ 'i You are speaking of your farms, you are speaking of
your charms, You are speaking of your silver and gold; But a cowboy's life is a dreary, dreary life, He's driven through the heat and cold.
Some folks say that we are free from care,
Free from all other harm;
But we round up the cattle from morning till night
Way over on the prairie so dry.
I used to run about, now I stay at home, Take care of my wife and child; Nevermore to roam, always stay at home, Take care of my wife and child.
Half-past four the noisy cook will roar, " Hurrah, boys! she's breaking day! " Slowly we will rise and wipe our sleepy eyes, The sweet, dreamy night passed away. |
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