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THE LONE STAR TRAIL
I 'M a rowdy cowboy just off the stormy plains, My trade is girting saddles and pulling bridle reins. Oh, I can tip the lasso, it is with graceful ease; I rope a streak of lightning, and ride it where I
please. My bosses they all like me, they say I am hard to
beat; I give them the bold standoff, you bet I have got the
cheek. I always work for wages, my pay I get in gold; I am bound to follow the longhorn steer until I am too old.
Ci yi yip yip yip pe ya.
I am a Texas cowboy and I do ride the range;
My trade is cinches and saddles and ropes and bridle
reins; With Stetson hat and jingling spurs and leather up to
the knees, Gray backs as big as chili beans and fighting like hell
with fleas. And if I had a little stake, I soon would married be, But another week and I must go, the boss said so