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Windy Bill was a Texas man, Well, he could rope, you bet; Talk of the steer he could n’t tie down Had n’t sorter been born yet; The boys they knew of an old black steer, A sort of an old outlaw, Who ran down in the bottom Just at the foot of a rockyRead more

I have seen them ride the ponies In the sage-brush and the bad land; I have seen them buck and beller And turn almost inside out, While the rider sat the saddle And watched each snaky motion, While the others yelled “Stay with him” As loud as they could shout. And often on the round-upRead more

‘Twas a mining town called Golden Gulch While the West was yet untamed. There two bad men met, made a bet, And the winnings never claimed. The boys had ridden into town One payday afternoon To line the bar at the Lucky Star, Which was Dandy Ran’s saloon. Now the dandy was an onry cussRead more

Bill Venero heard them say In an Arizona town one day That a band of Apache Indians Were up on the trail that way Heard them tell of murder done Three men killed at Rocky Run “They’re in danger at the cow-ranch” Said Venero under his breath. The cow-ranch, forty miles away Was a littleRead more

There was a brave old Texan, They called him Mustang Gray; He left his home when but a youth, Went ranging far away. But he’ll go no more a-ranging The savage to affright; He has heard his last war whoop And fought his last fight. He ne’er would sleep within a tent No comforts wouldRead more