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Ridin' Up the Rocky Trail from Town |
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Chant your warhoops, pardners, dear} while the east
turns pale with fear
And the chaparral is tremblin' all aroun' For we're wicked to the marrer; we're a midnight dream of terror
When we're ridin' up the rocky trail from town! We acquired our hasty temper from our friend, the
centipede.
From the rattlesnake we learnt to guard our rights. We have gathered fightin' pointers from the famous bronco steed
And the bobcat teached us reppertee that bites. So when some high-collared herrin' jeered the garb that I was wearin'
'Twasn't long till we had got where talkin' ends, And he et his ill-bred chat, with a sauce of derby hat, While my merry pardners entertained his friends. Sing }er dUt, my buckeroos! Let the desert hear
the news.
Tell the stars the way we rubbed the haughty down. We're the fiercest wolves a-prowlin' and it's just our night for howlin'
When we're ridin' up the rocky trail from town. Since the days that Lot and Abram split the Jordan
range in halves, Just to fix it so their punchers wouldn't fight, 180 |
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