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THE TEXAS COWBOY AND THE MEXICAN GREASER |
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THINK we can all remember when a Greaser
hadn't no show In Palo Pinto particular,— it ain't very long ago; A powerful feelin' of hatred ag'in the whole Greaser race
That murdered bold Crockett and Bowie pervaded all in the place.
Why, the boys would draw on a Greaser as quick as they would on a steer;
They was shot down without warnin* often, in the memory of many here.
One day the bark of pistols was heard ringin' out in the air,
And a Greaser, chased by some ranchmen, tore round here into the square.
I don't know what he's committed,—'tain't likely anyone knew,—
But I wouldn't bet a check on the issue; if you knew
the gang, neither would you.
Breathless and bleeding, the Greaser fell down by the side of the wall;
And a man sprang out before him,— a man both strong and tall,—
By his clothes I should say a cowboy,— a stranger in town, I think,— 11 |
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