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Old Time Cowboy
Go to their ranches and stay a while, they never ask
a cent; And when they go to town, their money is freely
spent. They walk straight up and take a drink, paying for
every one, And they never ask your pardon for anything
When they go to their dances, some dance while
others pat. They ride their bucking bronchos, and wear their
broad-brimmed hats; With their California saddles, and their pants stuck
in their boots, You can hear their spurs a-jingling, and perhaps
some of them shoots.
Come all soft-hearted tenderfeet, if you want to
have some fun; Go live among the cowboys, they'll show you how
it's done. They'll treat you like a prince, my boys, about them
there's nothing mean; But don't try to give them too much advice, for all
of them ain't green.