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Cowboy Lyrics
An' head cl'ar bereft o' the truck known as branes, An' Susan grabs him as her choice. Affection long-smothered jes' breaks the
crust, An' her heart is all his to keep or to bust— Fer Susan O'Toole Was hit mighty crool, An' her piller she wet With some tears, you can bet, Fer she had it bad, Did Susan.
One day they was spliced an' she treated
him like
An' angel jes' minus the wings;
An' waited on him ev'ry jump in the road,
An' thinks him the "sweetest o' things."
Thus Susan O'Toole made Hen-i-ree Jones
The very best sort of a wife, She supports him, loves him, an' happy as clams, They follers the long trail o' life. An' Susan's sweet voice never once spoke In its old-time contempt o' the sinful men­folk.
Fer Susan O'Toole Had found a bright jewel, A masculine peach Jes' right fer her reach, An' she gathers him in, Did Susan.