Songs Of The Cowboys - online songbook

Traditional Cowboy & Western Songs - lyrics collection

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Oh! You who dine in cities, passing through plate-glass doors,
Winding in around swell tables set on polished marble floors,
Followin' a darky who will show you to your seat,
While one will take your hat and another brush your feet —
Dinin' with fair ladies while sweet music fills the room,
And you gladly tip the "leader" for the lady's favorite tune;
You who linger long and listen to the things you like
to hear In the swell cafes in cities that to you are always
dear, May think that I am partial to the " cowboy" and
his "grub," But I 've dined at all those cafes and was fed once
at a club, And I've come to this conclusion, and right here
I want to say, When you eat at "Cafe Doughy's" you feel all
right next day, For here is "Doughy's" record, and beat it if you
can — He's cooked for us for twenty years and never lost
a man.