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To Hear Him Tell It |
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When ranch land was free an' open
An* the plowman had a show. " 'Tain't often we git together
To swap yarns an* tell our lies,"
Said the old time Texas cowman
As a mist comes to his eyes.
" So let's drink up; here's how! "
As we drain our glasses two,
"Them was good ol' days an' good ol' ways —
Now I'm tellin' you!"
He talked and talked and yarned away,
He harped on days of yore —
My head it ached and I grew faint;
My legs got tired and sore.
Then a woman yelled, "You come here, John!"
And Lordy! how he flew!
And the last I heard as he broke and ran
Was, "Now I'm tellin' you!"
I won't never hail old timers
To have a drink with me,
To learn the history of the range
As far back as seventy-three.
And the next time that I'm thirsty
And feeling kind of blue,
I'll step right up and drink alone —
Now I'm tellin' you!
From the Wild Bunch. 39 |
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