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When you have a round-up, he tells it all about He's goin' to do the cuttin' an' you can't keep him
out. If anything goes wrong, he lays it on the screws, Says the lazy devils were tryin' to take a snooze.
When he meets a greener he ain't afraid to rig, Stands him on a chuck box and makes him dance a
jig.— Waves a loaded cutter, makes him sing and shout,— He's a regular Ben Thompson when the boss ain't
about. When the boss ain't about he leaves his leggins in
camp, He swears a man who wears them is worse than a
tramp.
Says he's not carin' for the wages he earns, For Dad's rich in Texas,— got wagon loads to burn; But when he goes to town, he's sure to take it in, He's always been dreaded wherever he's been. He rides a fancy horse, he's 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 see that nothing's wrong. Wherever he goes, catch on to his name, 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 bold Jackass.
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