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Cowboy Versus Broncho |
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Bows his back when he is risin', sticks his nose be-
tween his knees, An' he shakes hisself while a-hangin' in the air; Then he hits the earth so solid that it somewhat dis- agrees With the usual peace an' quiet of your hair. You imagine that your innards are a-gittin' all askew, An' your spine don't feel so cussed firm an' stout, When you're up agin a broncho that has got it in fur you Doin' of his level best to have it out He will rise to the occasion with a lightnin' jump, an'
then When he hits the face o' these United States
Doesn't linger half a second till he's in the air agin — Occupies the earth an' then evacuates.
Isn't any sense o' comfort like a-settin' in a pew Listenin' to hear a sleepy parson spout
When you're up on top a broncho that has got it in fur you An' is desputly a-tryin' to have it out.
Always feel a touch o' pity when he has to give it up After makin' sich a well intentioned buck An' is standin' broken hearted an' as gentle as a pup A reflectin' on the rottenness o' luck. 95 |
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