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The Melancholy CoZvboy |
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You can go to their ranches and often stay for weeks, And when you go to leave, boys, they'll never charge ,
you a cent; But when they go to town, boys, you bet their money
is spent. They walk right up, they take their drinks and they
pay for every one. They never ask your pardon, boys, for a thing that
they have done.
They go to the ball-room, and swing the pretty girls
around; They ride their bucking broncos, and wear their
broad-brimmed hats; Their California saddles, their pants below their
boots, You can hear their spurs go jing-a-ling, or perhaps
somebody shoots.
Come all you soft and tenderfeet, if you want to
have some fun, Come go among the cowboys and they'll show you
how it's done; But take the kind advice of me as I gave it to you
before, For if you don't, they'll order you off with an old
Colt's forty-four. |
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