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Cowboy Lyrics
"You 'members when the Raltons gay Holds up the mail one late fall day To grab that gold fer eastern lands Into their hungry, lovin' hands? Then Ben jes' saddles up an* rode Up front the Princessus' abode. She laffed an* wished him scads o' luck, An' her white fingers at him shuck, An' said, 'Tomorrow night, a week, Bring me the Raltons, Mister Meek.' Poor Ben, with heart all strung up fine, Chokes back Love's words an' ties a line Around his gauntlet, mindless-like, Then says, 'Goodby, I takes a hike; Alone I brings the Raltons in; I stay out there—or else I win; I takes my pris'ners 'lone,' he said, 'An' if I can't—well, some one's dead.' But she jes' laffs an' leaves Ben there, As if she did not have a care If Death fer him some suddin knocks— Say, woman's sure a paradocks.
"Not that her tears would helt him back From off o' Duty's shinin' track, But had she flashed Love's sign to Ben, He'd never'd been so reckless then. He'd took us fellers 'long an' we Would make short work o' hold-ups three; But man's fool pride an' woman's way Let Death play winner on that day.