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The Texas Cowboy
Unless I get sent to represent The Circle or D. T.
I've worEeb! down in Nebraska Where the grass grows ten feet high, And the cattle are such rustlers That they seldom ever die;
IVe worked up in the sand hills And down upon the Platte, Where the cowboys are good fellows And the cattle always fat;
IVe traveled lots of country,—* Nebraska's hills of sand, Down through the Indian Nation, And up the Rio Grande; —
But the Bad Lands of Montana Are the worst I ever seen, The cowboys are all tenderfeet 5\nd the dogies are too lean.
If you want to see some bad lands, Go over on the Dry; You will bog down in the coulees Where the mountains reach the sky.
A tenderfoot to lead you Who never knows the way, 230