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M Y name is Juan Murray, and hard for my fate, I was born and raised in Texas, that good old lone star state. I have been to many a round-up, boys, have worked
on the trail, Have stood many a long old guard through the rain,
yes, sleet, and hail; I have rode the Texas broncos that pitched from
morning till noon, And have seen many a storm, boys, between sunrise, yes, and noon.
I am a jolly cowboy and have roamed all over the
West, And among the bronco riders I rank among the best. But when I left old Midland, with voice right then I
spoke,— " I never will see you again until the day I croak."
But since I left old Texas so many sights I have saw A-traveling from my native state way out to
Mexico,— I am looking all around me and cannot help but
smile To see my nearest neighbors all in the Mexican