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Authorship credited to Len Doran, Mineral Wells, Texas. I first heard it sung by Tom Williamson, while carrying a bunch of horses from Monument Springs over to Midland, Texas.
Dan Taylor is a rollicking cuss, A frisky son of a gun; He loves to court the maidens, And he savvies how it's done.
He used to be a cowboy, And they say he was n't slow; He could ride the bucking bronco And swing the long lasso.
He could catch a maverick by the head Or heel him on the fly; He could pick up his front ones Whenever he chose to try.
He used to ride 'most anything; Now he seldom will. He says they cut some caper in the air Of which he's got his fill.
He is done and quit the business, Settled down to quiet life, And he's hunting for some maiden Who will be his wife, —
One who will wash and patch his britches And feed the setting hen, Milk old Blue and Brindy, And tend to baby Ben.