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THE MELANCHOLY COWBOY
G OME all you melancholy folks and listen unto me, I will sing you about the cowboy whose heart's so
light and free; He roves all over the prairie and at night when he
lays down His heart's as gay as the flowers of May with his bed spread on the ground.
They are a little bit rough, I must confess, the most
of them at least; But as long as you do not cross their trail, you can
live with them in peace. But if you do, they're sure to rule, the day you come
to their land, For they'll follow you up and shoot it out, they'll do
it man to man.
You can go to a cowboy hungry, go to him wet or
dry, And ask him for a few dollars in change and he will
not deny; He will pull out his pocket-book and hand you out
a note,— Oh, they are the fellows to strike, boys, whenever
you are broke.