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Ten thousand cattle straying, They quit my range and travell’d away, And it’s “sons-of-guns” is what I say, I am dead broke, dead broke this day. Dead broke. Ten thousand cattle straying, They quit my range and travell’d away, And it’s “sons-of-guns” is what I say, I am dead broke, dead broke this day. DeadRead more

Ten thousand cattle straying, They quit my range and travell’d away, And it’s “sons-of-guns” is what I say, I am dead broke, dead broke this day. Dead broke. Ten thousand cattle straying, They quit my range and travell’d away, And it’s “sons-of-guns” is what I say, I am dead broke, dead broke this day. DeadRead more

When I think of the last great round-up, On the eve of eternity’s dawn, I think of the past of the cowboys Who have been with us here and are gone. And I wonder if any will greet me On the sands of the evergreen shore With a hearty, “God bless you, old fellow,” ThatRead more