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DOWN SOUTH ON THE RIO GRANDE
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ROM way down south on the Rio Grande, Roll on steers for the Post Oak Sand,— Way down south in Dixie, Oh, boys, Ho.
You'd laugh fur to see that fellow a-straddle Of a mustang mare on a raw-hide saddle,— Way down south in Dixie, Oh, boys, Ho.
Rich as a king, and he wouldn't be bigger Fur a pitchin' hoss and a lame old nigger,— Way down south in Dixie, Oh, boys, Ho.
Ole Abe kep' gettin' bigger an' bigger,
'Til he bust hisself 'bout a lame old nigger,—
Way down south in Dixie, Oh, boys, Ho.
Old Jeff swears he'll sew him together With powder and shot instead of leather,— Way down south in Dixie, Oh, boys, Ho.
Kin cuss an' fight an' hold or free 'em,
But I know them mavericks when I see 'em,—
Way down south in Dixie, Oh, boys, Ho. |
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