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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

Them stars! Oh, how often I’ve laid on the prairie And watched them go sweeping around, My bronco a-dozing beside me, and nary A breeze nor a whisper of sound! I’ve learnt the main bunch in the heavenly ranches There’s Jupiter, Venus, and Mars— Religion? He don’t know its primary branches What ain’t been aloneRead more

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he fell asleep with a troubled brain, To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train. The engine with murderous blood was damp, And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp for fuel wasRead more

Oh she’s dead and gone away she kicked the bucket yesterday That Cross eyed gal that lives upon the hill She took strychnine and died now I hope she’s satisfied ‘Cause she done the whole durn thing against my will She’s my dandy she’s my daisy She’s humpbacked and she’s crazy She’s bowlegged knock-kneed andRead more

Now, O Lord, please lend me thine ear, The prayer of a cattleman to hear, No doubt the prayers may seem strange, But I want you to bless our cattle range. Bless the round-ups year by year, And don’t forget the growing steer; Water the lands with brooks and rills For my cattle that roamRead more

I ride an old paint, I lead an old dan I’m goin’ to Montana to throw the hoolihan They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw Ride around little dogies, ride around them slow For the fiery and snuffy are rarin’ to goRead more

Morin’ on the desert, and the wind is blowin’ free, And it’s ours, jest for the breathin’, so let’s fill up, you and me. No more stuffy cities, where you have to pay to breathe, Where the helpless human creatures move and throng and strive and seethe. Mornin’ on the desert, and the air isRead more

Come along, boys, and listen to my tale I’ll tell you of my trouble on the old Chisholm trail. Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya, youpy ya, Coma ti yi youpy, youpy ya. I started up the trail October twenty-third, I started up the trail with the 2-U herd. Oh, a ten-dollar hoss and aRead more