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The Texas Cowboy
You are playing in the best of luck If you eat more than once a day.
Your grub is bread and bacon And coffee black as ink; The water is so full of alkali It is hardly fit to drink.
They will wake you in the morning Before the break of day, And send you on a circle A hundred miles away.
All along the Yellowstone 'Tis cold the year around; You will surely get consumption By sleeping on the ground.
Work in Montana Is six months in the year; When all your bills are settled There is nothing left for beer.
Work down in Texas Is all the year around; You will never get consumption By sleeping on the ground.
Come all you Texas cowboys And warning take from me, 231