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Just A-Ridin'
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Paintin' everlastin' glories
On the mountains of the west And your operas look foolish When the night bird starts his tune And the desert's silver-mounted By the kisses of the moon, Just a-ridin', just a-ridin',
I don't envy kings nor czars When the coyotes down the valley Are a-singin' to the stars. When my earthly trail is ended
And my final bacon curled, And the last great round up's finished At the Home Ranch of the world, I don't want no harps or haloes, Robes or other dress-up things,— Let me ride the starry ranges On a pinto horse with wings, Just a-ridin', just a-ridin', Splittin' chunks o' wintry air, With your feet froze to your stirrups And a snowdrift in your hair. {As sent by Elwood Adams, a Colorado cowpuncher.) See "Sun and Saddle Leather" by Charles Badger Clark, Jr. |
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