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Ranch and Range
An' let me say, my Black Hills friend, Whichever way your tracks may wend, You'll find this statement mighty true— There's allers someone as smart as you; There's allers someone whose head to yours Is like the sky to a scene indoors."-
And he shoved o'er a "V,".
Did he—did he,
That Bills might eat sub-se-qu-ent-ly.
And Bills—Old Bills—Old Poker Bills,
Returned in a box car to the Hills,
With his mind made up that to play a game
.'Tis always best to know the same.
"To know it well," said Poker Bills,
The champion of the blue Black Hills,
"An' not allow your mind to track
That the whole world is an easy pack,
Or 'cause you skinned the home-folks that
You can't get fried fer all your fat
Whene'er by chance you sadly roam
Away from home, sweet home, sweet home."