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The Ol Cow Hawse
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On the range a-huntin' cattle or a-lopin' into town,
An' he'll leave the miles behind him, an' he'll never sweat a hair,
'Cuz he's a willin' critter when he's goin' anywhere. Oh, your thoroughbred at runnin' in a race may be the boss,
But fer all day ridin' lemme have the or
Cow
Hawse 1 When my soul seeks peace and quiet on the home
ranch of the blest,
Where no storms or stampedes bother, an' the trails are trails o' rest,
When my brand has been inspected an' pronounced to be 0 K,
An' the boss has looked me over an' has told me I kin stay,
Oh, I'm hopin' when I'm lopin' off across that blessed range
That I won't be in a saddle on a critter new an' strange,
But I'm prayin' every minnit Aat up there I'll ride across
That big heaven range o' glory on an or
Cow
Hawse! E. A. Brinninstool. 105 |
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