American Old Time Song Lyrics: 37 Texas Cowboy

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 37

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TEXAS COWBOY.

I am a roving cowboy, I am off the Texas plains;
My trade is girting saddles and pulling bridle reins;
And I can throw the lasso with the greatest of ease,
And rope the wildest broncho and ride him when I please.

I used to court a pretty girl, she said she'd share my part,
I labored to maintain her, I loved her with all my heart;
And when I'd made a little stake, it's married we would be,
But the dearest friend in this wide world has gone square back on me.

Yes, boys, it almost broke my heart when I found she was. taken away;
She was carried away by another lark-oh, cursed be that day!
So I'll cheer up my courage and love some other one,
And follow the cows on the lone cow trail until my race is run.

Adieu to all you kind friends, for you know I am bound to roam;
I left my dear old mother, my sister and my home;
And when I'm on the lone cow trail I'll think of the friends at home.
And also think of the darling girl that went square back on me.

My bosses they all like me, they say I am hard to beat,
I always give them a bold stand-off, for they know I have the check;
Although I work for wages, my pay I get in gold.
And I'll follow cows on the lone cow trail until I get too old.

Adieu to all you stiff-bosom shirts, I now lay you away,
You are so much of rags and dirt, adieu, I am bound to say;
Adieu, to all you standing collars, with all your pride and starch,
I wore you from September last until the first of March.

When I am on the lone cow trail I'll think of the friends at home,
And also think of the darling girl that caused me far to roam;
And when I get to a shipping point, I'll take a little spree,
To drive away all thoughts and care of the girl so dear to me.

With high-heeled boots and Stetson hat, and mud up to my knees,
And "gray backs," big as Chile beans, a-tickling with the fires;
A buckskin patch upon each knee (a-patching I have learned),
I'll wear them while I am driving here, perhaps when I return.

I wrote my girl a letter and enclosed it in a slip,
And if that don't bring her to her senses, I guess I'll let her rip;
And cheer up my courage And love some other one,
And follow the cows on the lone cow trail until my race is run.
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