Songs Of The Cowboys - online songbook

Traditional Cowboy & Western Songs - lyrics collection

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For pagan, Hindoo, sinners, Turk,
And unbelieving Jews, —
Though the congregation doubtless thought
That the cowboy as a race
Were a kind of moral outlaw
With no good claim to grace.
Is it very strange that cowboys are A rough and reckless crew, » When their garb forbids their doing right As Christian people do? That they frequent scenes of revelry Where death is bought and sold, Where at least they get a welcome, Though it's prompted by their gold?
Stranger, did it ever strike you, When the winter days are gone, And the mortal grass is springing up To meet the judgment sun, And we 'tend mighty round-ups Where, according to the Word, The angel cowboy of the Lord Will cut the human herd —
That a heap of stock, that's lowing now Around the Master's pen And feeding at his fodder stack, Will have the brand picked then? A brand that when the hair was long Looked like the letter C, Will prove to be the devil's And the brand the letter D;