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COWBOY SONG
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E are up in the morning ere dawning of day And the grub-wagon's busy and flap-jacks in play, While the herd is astir over hillside and swale With the night-riders rounding them into the trail.
Come, take up your cinches
And shake up your reins; Come, wake up your bronco And break for the plains; Come, roust those red steers from the long chaparral, For the outfit is off for the railroad corral!
The sun circles upward, the steers as they plod Are pounding to powder the hot prairie sod, And it seems, as the dust turns you dizzy and sick That you'll never reach noon and the cool, shady creek.
But tie up your kerchief
And ply up your nag; Come, dry up your grumbles And try not to lag; Come, now for the steers in the long chaparral, For we're far on the way to the railroad corral!
The afternoon shadows are starting to lean When the grub-wagon sticks in a marshy ravine And the herd scatters further than vision can look, For you bet all true punchers will help out the cook!
So shake out your rawhide
And snake it up fair; Come, break in your bronco To taking his share ! Come, now for the steers in the long chaparral, For it's all in the drive to the railroad corral! |
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