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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Tom Hight is my name, an old bachelor I am, You'll find me out West in the county of fame, You'll find me out West on an elegant plain, And starving to death on my government claim.
Hurrah for Greer County! The land of the free, The land of the bedbug, grasshopper, and fleaj I'll sing of its praises, I'll tell of its fame, While starving to death on my government claim.
How happy am I when I crawl into bed— A rattlesnake hisses a tune at my head, A gay little centipede, all without fear, Crawls over my pillow and into my ear.
My clothes is all ragged as my language is rough, My bread is corn-dodgers, both solid and tough $ But yet I am happy, and live at my ease On sorghum molasses, bacon, and cheese.
Good-by to Greer County where blizzards arise, Where the sun never sinks and a flea never dies, And the wind never ceases but always remains Till it starves us to death on our government claims.
Farewell to Greer County, farewell to the West, I'll travel back East to the girl I love best, I'll travel back to Texas and marry me a wife, And quit cornbread for the rest of my life.
♦Text from Cowboy Songs.