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Twinkle Twinkle little star, where are all your friends In this city you are scarce, we both don’t belong Tonight, I wanna see the night sky burning, Tonight I wanna see all the light That the world has to offer, Take me much farther Where spaces are wide open, Fresh air is blowin’, That’s whereRead more

Jack Thorp’s 1921 Songs of the Cowboys We were camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron When along came a stranger and stopped to arger some. He looked so very very foolish that we began to look around, We thought he was a greenhorn that had just ‘scaped from town. We askedRead more

We’re alone, Doney Gal, in the wind and hail, Got to drive these dogies down the trail. We’ll ride the range from sun to sun, For a cowboy’s work is never done; He’s up and gone at the break of day, Drivin’ the dogies on their weary way. It’s rain or shine, sleet or snow,Read more

I was born full growed with nine rows of jaw teeth and holes bored for more. There was spurs on my feet and a rawhide quirt in my hand, and when they opens the chute I come out a-riding a panther and a-roping the long-horned whales. I’ve rode everything with hair on it… and I’veRead more

I’d Like to be in Texas for the Roundup in the Spring In a lobby of a big hotel in New York town one day, Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to pass the time away. They told of places where they’d been and all the sights they’d seen, And some of them praisedRead more

“Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie”; Those words came slow and mournfully From the pallid lips of a youth that lay On his dying couch at the close of day. He had wasted and pined till o’er his brow Death’s shadows fast were drawing now; He had thought of home and the lovedRead more

So-ho, longhorns! Quit yet callin! Bed down, now, and be good steers! Stop that blamed infernal bawlin’, Fer it’s bedlam in my ears! You’re in fer a good ol’ cussin’ If you don’t stop rangin’ ’round! Go to sleep and quite yer fussin’, Pawin’ up this well bed-ground! So-ho, longhorns!  Stop yer proddin’! Quiet downRead more

I thought one spring, just for fun, I’d see how cow-punching was done; And when the round-ups had begun I tackled the cattle-king. Says he, ” My foreman is in town, He’s at the plaza, his name is Brown; If you’ll see him he’ll take you down.” Says I, “That’s just the thing.” We startedRead more

O, I am a Texas cowboy, Far away from home; If ever I get back to Texas I never more will roam. Montana is too cold for me And the winters are too long Before the round-ups do begin, Our money is all gone. Take this old hen-skin bedding, Too thin to keep me warm;Read more

Come all you Texas cow-boys And warning take of me Don’t go out in Montana For wealth or liberty But stay home here in Texas Where they work the year around And where you’ll not get consumption From sleeping on the ground. Montana is too cold for me, And the winters are too long BeforeRead more