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134 SONGS OF THE COWBOYS |
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So flap up your holster and snap up your belt, And strap up your saddle whose lap you have felt; Good-bye to the steers from long chaparral, For there's a town that's a trunk by the railroad corral.
THE RAMBLING COWBOY
Author supposed to have been K. Tolliver. I first heard it at Van Horn, Texas.
There was a rich old rancher who lived in the counÂtry by;
He had a lovely daughter on whom I cast my eye;
She was pretty, tall, and handsome, both neat and very fair;
There's no other girl in the country with her I could compare.
I asked her if she would be willing for me to cross
the plains; She said she would be truthful until I returned
again; She said she would be faithful until death did prove
unkind, So we kissed, shook hands, and parted, and I left
my girl behind.
I left the state of Texas, for Arizona I was bound; I landed in Tombstone City, I viewed the place all
round. Money and work were plentiful, and the cowboys
they were kind, But the only thought of my heart was the girl I left
behind. |
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