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The Lone Buffalo Hunter
It's the height of their ambition, so I've been truly told,
To ride good horses and saddles and spend the silver and gold.
Those last two things I've mentioned, it is their heart's desire,
And when they leave the shipping point, their eyes are like balls of fire.
It's of those fighting cattle, they seem to have no fear,
A-riding bucking broncos oft is their heart's desire.
They will ride into the branding pen, a rope within
their hands, They will catch them by each forefoot and bring
them to the sands; It's altogether in practice with a little bit of sleight, A-roping Texas cattle, it is their heart's delight.
But now comes the rising generation to take the cowboy's place,
Likewise the corn-fed granger, with his bold and cheeky face;
It's on those plains of Texas a lone buffalo hunter does stand
To tell the fate of the cowboy that rode at his right hand.