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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

At midnight, when the cattle are sleeping, On my saddle I pillow my head, And up at the heavens lie peeping From out of my cold grassy bed;– Often and often I wondered, At night when lying alone, If every bright star up yonder Is a big peopled world like our own. Are they worldsRead more

I’ve got a letter, parson, from my son away out West, An’ my ol’ heart is heavy as an anvil in my breast, To think the boy whose future I had once so proudly planned Should wander from the path of right an’ come to such an end! I told him when he left hisRead more

Backward turn backward oh time with your wheels Bicycles, wagons, and automobiles Dress me again in a big Stetson hat Spurs, flannel shirt and slicker and chaps Put a six-shooter or two in my hands Show me a yearlin’ to rope and to brand Out where the sage brush is dusty and gray Make meRead more

Now, O Lord, please lend Thine ear, The prayer of the cattle man to hear; No doubt many prayers to Thee seem strange, But won’t you bless our cattle range? Bless the round-up year by year And don’t forget the growing steer; Water the land with brooks and rills For my cattle that roam onRead more

Last night, as I lay on the prairie, And looked at the stars in the sky, I wondered if ever a cowboy Would drift to that sweet by and by. I hear there’s to be a grand round-up Where cowboys with others must stand, To be cut out by the riders of judgment Who areRead more

There’s a union for teamster and waiter, There’s a union for cabman and cook, There’s a union for hobo and preacher, And one for detective and crook.There’s a union for blacksmith and painter, There is one for the printer, of course; But where would you go in this realm of woe, To discover a guildRead more

A cowboys life is a weary dreary life Some people think it free from all care Its rounding up cattle from morning to night On the lone prairie so drear When the spring work comes in then our troubles begin The weather being fierce and cold We get almost froze with the water on ourRead more

The bawl of a steer To a cowboy’s ear Is music of sweetest strain; And the yelping notes Of the gray coyotes To him are a glad refrain. And his jolly songs Speed him along As he thinks of the little gal With golden hair Who is waiting there At the bars of the homeRead more