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I left my home in Texas to dodge the ball and chain. In the State of Sonora I will forever remain. Farewell to my mother, my friends that are so dear, I would like to see you all again, my lonesome heart to cheer.
I have a word to speak, boys, only another to say,— Don't never be a cow-thief, don't never ride a stray; Be careful of your line, boys, and keep it on your
tree,— Just suit yourself about it, for it is nothing to me.
But if you start to rustling you will come to some
sad fate, You will have to go to prison and work for the state. Don't think that I am lying and trying to tell a joke, For the writer has experienced just every word he's
It is better to be honest and let other's stock alone
Than to leave your native country and seek a Mexican home.
For if you start to rustling you will surely come to see
The State of Sonora,— be an outcast just like me.