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American Ballads and Folk Songs
I sold my horse and I sold my saddle,
You can go to hell with your longhorn cattle.
I'm goin' back home, I'm not jokin' or lyin', I'm goin' back home, just a-yellin' and a-flyin\
I hunted up the boss to draw my roll,
He stepped in the bank and he paid me in gold.
I'm goin' downtown to get a little dope
'Cause my back's all broke from the draggin' of the rope.
Jumped on the train and gave such a yell,
The goose-back broke and the train went to hell*
When I thought of my gal I nearly would cry, I'll quit herding cows in the sweet by and by.
I hadn't been at home but some days two or three When I put off my gal for to see.
"If you've made up your mind to quit the cowboy life, I have fully decided to be your little wife."
Farewell, old Blue Dog, I wish you no harm, I've done quit the business to go on the farm.
No more a cow-puncher to sleep at my ease,
'Mid the crawlin' of the lice and the bitin' of the fleas.
Lead Belly, prisoner at Angola, the State Farm of Louisiana, sings his saga of cowboy life and of his purely imaginary adventures in the West.