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Ranch and Range
Jim Davis is an old cowpunch
(You certainly knows Jim?) So listen, boys, an' I will tell
What happens unto him. He's drivin' beef herd into Miles,
But 'fore he gets there meets A feller on a wheel an' then
That beef herd surely beats The record fer the big stampedes—
An' Jim, I've heerd him say, Jes' sets right still fer quite a spell,
To sort o' think an'—pray. Then Jim gets off his bronco bird,
An' seeks the bike man's life, Engagin' him, as poets say,
In "bitter mortal strife." "I does not beat you 'cause you's scared
Five hundred steers or more, 'Tis not fer that," says angry James,
"I dabbles in your gore. It is b'cause I hates a fool,
Weak product o' the town, Who's so blamed lazy that he walks—
Jes' walks a-settin' down."