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Jack Thorp’s 1921 Songs of the Cowboys We were camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron When along came a stranger and stopped to arger some. He looked so very very foolish that we began to look around, We thought he was a greenhorn that had just ‘scaped from town. We askedRead more

I thought one spring, just for fun, I’d see how cow-punching was done; And when the round-ups had begun I tackled the cattle-king. Says he, ” My foreman is in town, He’s at the plaza, his name is Brown; If you’ll see him he’ll take you down.” Says I, “That’s just the thing.” We startedRead 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

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