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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

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

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

Oh, slow up, dogies, quit your roving round, You have wandered and tramped all over the ground; Oh, graze along, dogies, and feed kinda slow, And don’t forever be on the go,— Oh, move slow, dogies, move slow. I have circle-herded, trail-herded, night-herded, and cross-herded, too, But to keep you together that’s what I can’tRead 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

When the world of waters was parted by the stroke of a mighty rod, Her eyes were first of the lands of earth to look on the face of God; The white mists robed and throned her, and the sun in his orbit wide Bent down from his ultimate pathway and claimed her his chosenRead more

Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of El Dorado. But he grew old This knight so bold And o’er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like El Dorado. And, as his strength Failed him atRead 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

Good-bye, Old Paint,  I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne, Good-bye, Old Paint,  I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne. My foot in the stirrup, my pony won’t stand; Good-bye, Old Paint,  I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne. I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne, I’m off for Montan’; Good-bye, Old Paint,  I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne. I’d a ridin’ Old Paint, I’m a-leadin’ Old Fan; Good-bye, Old Paint,  I’m a-leavin’ Cheyenne.Read more