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WHEN YOU'RE THROWED
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F a feller's been a-straddle
Since he's big enough to ride, And has had to sling his saddle On most any colored hide,— Though it's nothin' they take pride in. Still most fellers I have knowed, If they ever done much ridin', Has at different times got throwed. All the boys start out together
For the round-up some fine day When you're due to throw your leather On a little wall-eyed bay, An' he swells to beat the nation When you're cinchin' up the slack, An' he keeps an elevation In your saddle at the back. He stands still with feet a-sprawlin', An' his eye shows lots of white, An' he kinks his spinal column, An' his hide is puckered tight, He starts risin' an' a-jumpin', An' he strikes when you get near, 97 |
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