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Cowboy Songs 4

Sometimes it's hard to remember the lyrics for all those traditional old cowboy and Western songs no matter how hard we try.  Here are the words for some of the classic songs as well as the words for the songs you may not hear anymore.  New songs will be added on a regular basis.  If you are looking for the words for a particular song let me know and I will try to post them.  Happy Singing!

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A Cowboy's Best Friend Is His Pony
By Wilf Carter

A cowboy's best friend is his pony,
Yes sir I can prove it to you.
One day I was lost in a blizzard,
My pinto was faithful and true.

We were out riding after some dogies,
Many a mile we had gone,
And we knew by sun-up that mornin'
That we were sure in for a storm.

When we ride on the ranges in Heaven,
It's the roundup on that judgment day,
Up there we must prove true and faithful,
When sent out to gather the strays. 


Bad Company

Come all you young companions,
And listen unto me
I'll tell you and sad story
Of some bad company.
I was born in Pennsylvania,
Among the beautiful hills,
The memory of my childhood
Is warm within me still.

I had a kind old mother,
Who oft would plead with me
The last word that she gave me
Was pray to God in need.
I had two loving sisters
As fair as fair could be,
Oft beside me kneeling
They too would plead with me.

I did not like my fireside,
I did not like my home.
I had in view farm rambling,
And far away did roam.
I bid adieu to loved ones,
To my home I said farewell,
And I landed in Chicago,
In the very depths of hell.

It was there I took to drinking,
I sinned both night and day,
But still within my bosom,
A feeble voice would say,
"Oh, fare you well my loved one,
May God protect my boy,
May God forever bless him,
Throughout his manhood joy."

I courted a fair young maiden,
Her name I will not tell,
fir I would never disgrace her,
Since I am doomed to hell.
It was on one beautiful evening,
The stars were shining bright,
And with a fatal dagger
I bid her spirit flight.

So justice overtook me,
You all can plainly see.
My soul is doomed forever,
Throughout eternity.
It's now I'm on the scaffold;
My moments are not long.
You may forget the singer,
But don't forget the song.

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Billy Boy

Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Oh, where have you been charming Billy?
I've been to seek a wife,
She's the joy of my life,
She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother.

did she ask you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Did she ask you to come in charming Billy?
Yes, she asked me to come in,
With a dimple in her chin,
She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother.

did she set for you a chair, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Did she set for you a chair charming Billy?
Yes she set for me a chair,
She has ringlets in her hair,
She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother.

Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy,
Can she bake a cherry pie, charming Billy?
She can bake a cherry pie,
Fast as a cat can wink her eye,
She's a young thing, and cannot leave her mother.

Brown Eyed Lee

Kind friends, if you will listen,
A story I will tell,
About a final bust up,
That happened down in Bell.
I courted a brown eyed angel,
That went by the name of Lee;
And when I popped the question,
She said she'd marry me.

I went a bought a license,
March, eighteen ninety nine,
Expecting in a few days,
That darling would be mine.
Her mother grew quite angry,
And said it could not be,
She said she had another man,
Picked out for brown eyed Lee.

She talked to friends and neighbors,
And said that she would fight.
She'd get her old six shooter out,
And put old Red to flight.
But lovers laugh at shooters,
And the old she-devil, too.
I said I'd have my darling,
If she didn't prove untrue.

I borrowed dad's old buggy
And got Jim's forty-one,
And started down to Kerns's,
Thinking I would have some fun.
I'm not the one to craw-fish,
When I am in a tight;
I said, "I'll have my angel
And not be put to flight."

I went on down to Kerns's,
With the devil in my head,
I said, "I'll have my darling,
Or leave the old folks dead."
Good fortune fell upon me,
My darling proved untrue.
I give her back her letters,
And bid her a fond adieu.

I pressed her to my aching heart,
Kissed her a last farewell,
And prayed a permanent prayer to God
To send her Ma to hell.
I sold my cows to J.M.G.,
My corn to K.M.P.
And cursed the day I first met
That darling angel, Lee.

Bye and Bye

When I look above at that big heavenly plain,
And the stars that shine in the sky.
I pray I won't have to ride that range,
And gather them in when I die.

I know how each star could hide in a cloud,
And blink in and out on the sly,
I'm asking Saint Pete for a softer seat,
In the Heavenly bye and bye.

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Come All You Wild Rovers

Come all you wild rovers
 And listen to me,
I'll tell you a story, 
The advice it is free.
Don't place your affections 
On each pretty smile,
For when you are married 
It's for a long while.

And when you are wedded 
You've got a new boss,
Who'll dress you and mind you 
And pick out your hoss.
So gather around boys
We'll drink, it's my treat.
Here's hoping our sweethearts
And wives never meet.

Lakota lodge.


Days Of 49

You are gazing now at old Tom Moore,
A relic of by-gone days,
'Tis a bummer now they call me,
But what care I for praise!
It's oft, says I, for days gone by,
It's oft do I repine.
For the days of old, when we dug out the gold,
In those days of Forty - Nine.

My comrades all, they loved me well,
The saucy, jolly crew;
A few hard ones I'll admit,
Though they were brave and true.
What e'er the pinch, they ne'er would flinch,
They ne'er would fret or whine.
Like good old bricks, they just stood the kicks
In the days of Forty - Nine.

There's old "Aunt Jess", that hard old cuss,
Who never would repent.
He never missed a single meal,
Or never paid a cent.
But old Aunt Jess, like all the rest,
At death he did resign,
And in his bloom went up in the flume
In the days of Forty - Nine.

There is Ragshag Jim, the roaring man,
Who could out-roar a buffalo you bet.
He roared all day, he roared all night,
And I guess he's roaring yet.
One night Jim fell in a washout hole,
'Twas a roaring bad design,
And in that hole Jim roared out his soul
In the days of Forty - Nine.
There is Wylie Bill, the funny man,
Who was full of funny tricks.
When he was in a poker game,
He was always hard a bricks.
He would ante you a stud, he would play you a draw,
He'd go you a hatful blind
in a struggle with death Bill lost his breath,
In the days of Forty - Nine.

There was Monte Pete, I'll ne'er forget
The luck he always had.
He would deal for you both day and night
Or as long as he had a scad.
It was a pistol shot that laid Pete out,
It was his last resign,
And it caught Pete dead sure in the door
In the days of Forty - Nine.

There was New York Jake, the butcher boy,
Who was fond of getting tight.
Every time he got in a spree
He was spoiling for a fight.
One night Jake rampaged against a knife,
In the hands of old Bob Sine,
And over Jake they held a wake
In the days of Forty - Nine.

Of all the comrades that I've had
There's none that's left to boast,
And I'm left alone in my misery
Like some poor wandering ghost.
And as I pass from town to town,
They call me the rambling sign,
Wince the days of old and the days of gold
And the days of Forty - Nine.

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Dear Old Daddy Of Mine
By Wilf Carter

Shadows slowly falling 
Among the whispering pines,
But a light is burning
In that cozy shack of mine.
I hasten down the pathway
To see a face divine,
 for waiting there to greet me 
Is that dear old Daddy of mine.


Oh' Daddy, dear old Daddy!  
You've been a real pal to me,
Guiding my falt'ring footsteps
Where ever I may be.
When the roll is called up yonder,
Though we've been parted for a time,
I know we'll meet in Heaven
Oh, dear old daddy of mine.

Seated by the fire side
The hours swiftly fly,
Watching glowing embers
As they slowly fade and die.
But life seems like a vision
That blooms then fades away,
Like rose buds in the morning
When they fade at close of day.

Grey dawn breaks before me,
The sun begins to shine,
There to bid me welcome
Is that dear old Daddy of mine.
His hair has turned to silver,
his soul is still divine,
He guides me from temptation,
Does that dear old Daddy of mine.


We crossed the wide Pecos, we forded the Newasus,
We swum the Guadalupe, we followed the Brazos,
Red River runs rusty, the Wichita clear,
But it was down by the Brazos I courted my dear.

The fair Angelina runs glossy and gliding,
The crooked Colorado runs weaving and winding,
The slow San Antonio courses the plains,
But I never will walk by the Brazos again.

Lie lie lie lee - give me your hand,
Lie lie lie lee - give me your hand,
Lie lie lie lee - give me you hand,
There's many a river that courses the land.

She kissed me, she hugged,  me she called me her dandy,
The Trinity is muddy, the Brazos quick sandy,
She kissed me, she hugged me, she called me her own,
But down by the Brazos she left me alone.

The girls of Little River, they're sweet and they're pretty,
The Sabine and the Sober have many a beauty,
By the banks of Nagadoches there's girls by the score,
But down by the Brazos I'll wander no more.

Dreary, Dreary Life 

A cowboy's life is a dreary, dreary life;
Some say it's free from care.
Rounding up the cattle from morning till night,
In the middle of the prairie so bare.

Half past four the noisy cook will roar,
"Whoop a whoop a hey!"
Slowly you will rise with sleepy feeling eyes,
The sweet, dreamy night passed way.

The cowboy's life is a drear, dreary life;
He's driven through heat and cold.
While the rich man's sleeping on his velvet couch,
Dreaming of his silver and gold.

The cowboy's life is a dreary, dreary life;
He's riding through the heat and cold
I used to run about now I stay home,
So I guess I'm getting old.


Come gather around me, my comrades and friends,
For sun it is setting on life's short day;
for I'm wounded to die and there's nothing to do,
But wait 'til my life ebbs away.

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie,
Where the hoofs of the horses shall fall,
Where the echoing tread falls over my head,
And a cowboy will carry me on.

I've rode on the prairie by night  and by day,
No danger I feared as I rode along;
But a red-coated foreman has written my doom,
And a cowboy will carry me on.

Be kind to my pony while with you he stays,
Then bury him beside me when he must go,
How often I've tried him and know he won't  fail
When we ride in that great rodeo.

Native American

The Dying Ranger

The sun was sinking in the west,
And fell with lingering ray,
Thru the branches of the forest,
Where a wounded ranger lay.
'Neath the shade of a palmeto
And the sunset silvery sky;
Far away from his home in Texas,
They laid him down to die.

A group had gathered 'round him,
His comrades in the fight.
A tear rolled down each manly cheek
As he bade a last good night.
One tried and true  companion
was kneeling by his side
To stop his life blood flowing,
Alas, in vain he tried.

"Draw closer to me, comrades,
and listen to what I say.
I'm going to tell a story
While my spirit hastens away.
'Way back in Northwest Texas,
That good old Lone Star state,
There is one that for my coming
with a weary heart will wait.

"A fair young girl, my sister,
My only joy, my pride,
She was my friend from boyhood,
I had no one left beside.
I have loved her as a brother,
And with a fathers care
I have strove from grief and sorrow
Her gentle heart to spare.

"It is true I love my country,
For her I gave my all.
If it hadn't been for my sister,
I would be content to fall.
I am dying, comrades, dying,
She will never see me more,
But in vain she'll wait my coming
By our little cabin door.

Comrades, gather closer
And hear my dying prayer.
Who'll be to her a brother,
Shield her with a brother's care?"
Up spoke the noble rangers,
They answered one and all,
"We will be to her as brothers
Till the last one does fall."

One glad smile of pleasure
O'er the rangers face was spread;
One dark, convulsive shadow,
And then the ranger was dead.
Far from his darling sister
We laid him down to rest,
With his saddle for a pillow
And his gun across his breast. 





I can take the wildest bronco in the tough old woolly West;
I can ride him, I can break him, let him do his level best.
I can handle any cattle ever wore a coat of hair,
And I've had a lively tussle with a tarnal grizzly bear.

I can rope and throw the longhorn of the wildest Texas brand
And in Indian disagreements I can play a leading hand,
But at last I got my master and he surely made me squeal
When the boys got me astraddle of that gol-darned wheel.

It was at the Eagle Ranch, on the Brazos,
When I first found that darned contrivance that upset me in the
A tenderfoot had brought it, he was wheeling all the way
From the sunrise end of freedom out to San Francisco Bay.

He tied up at the ranch for to get outside a meal,
Never thinkin' we would monkey with his gol-darned wheel
Arizona Jim begun it when he said to Jack McGill
There was fellows forced to limit bragging on their riding skill

And he'd venture the admission the same fellow that he meant
Was a very handy cutter far as riding broncos went;
But he would find that he was bucking 'gainst a different kind of
If he threw his leather leggins 'gainst a gol-darned wheel.

Such a slam against my talent made me hotter than a mink
And I vowed that I would ride it for amusement or for chink.
And it was nothing but a plaything for the kids and such about,
And they'd have their ideas shattered if they'd lead the critter out.

They held it while I mounted and gave the word to go;
The shove they gave to start me warn't unreasonably slow.
But I never spilled a cuss word and I never spilled a squeal-
I was building reputation on that gol-darned wheel.

Holy Moses and the Prophets, how we split the Texas air,
And the wind it made whip-crackers of my same old canthy hair,
And I sorta comprehended as down the hill we went
There was bound to be a smash-up that I couldn't well prevent.

Oh, how them punchers bawled, "Stay with her, Uncle Bill!
Stick your spurs in her, you sucker! Turn her muzzle up the
But I never made an answer, I just let the cusses squeal,
I was finding reputation on that gol-darned wheel.

The grade was mighty sloping from the ranch down to the creek,
And I went a-galliflutin' like a crazy lightning streak-
Went whizzing and a-darting first this way and then that,
The darned contrivance sort o' wabbling like the flying of a bat.

I pulled upon the handles, but I couldn't check it up;
And I yanked and sawed and hollered but the darned thing wouldn't
Then a sort of a meachin' in my brain began to steal
That the devil held a mortgage on that gol-darned wheel.

I've a sort of dim and hazy remembrance of the stop,
With the world a-goin' 'round and the stars all tangled up;
Then there came an intermission that lasted till I found
I was lying at the ranch with the boys all gathered round,

And the doctor was a-sewing on the skin where it was ripped,
And old Arizona whispered, "Well, old boy, I guess you're
And I told him I was busted from sombrero down to heel,
And he grinned and said, "You ought to see that gol-darned wheel"

The Crossing

The Great Round Up

When I think of the last great roundup,
On the eve of Eternity's dawn;
I think of the past of the cowboys,
Who have been with us here and gone.

I often look upward and wonder,
If the green fields will seem half so fair;
If any the wrong trail have taken,
And will fail to be in over there.

For the Savior has taken the contract,
To deliver all those who believe,
At the Headquarters Ranch of His Father,
In the great range where none can deceive. 

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Jim Wilson

Jim Wilson used to be my pal,
He let out and sole my gal,
Stole my gal - he's still my pal,
For he left my beans and bacon.

Jim Wilson, met him yesterday
Said his wife had run away.
Lost his boss, lost his horse.
But we still got beans and bacon.


My lover, he is a cowboy, he's brave and kind and true,
He rides a Spanish pony, he throws a lasso, too;
And when he comes to see me our vows we do redeem,
He throws his arms around me and thus begins to sing:

cho: Ho, I'm a jolly cowboy, from Texas now I hail,
Give me my quirt and pony, I'm ready for the trail;
I love the rolling prairies, they're free from care and strife
Behind a herd of long-horns I'll journey all my life.

"When early dawn is breaking and we are far away,
We fall into our saddles, we round-up all the day;
We rope, we brand, we earmark --- I tell you we are smart;
And when the herd is ready, for Kansas then we start.

"Oh, I am a Texas cowboy, as brave as I can be,
On my little Spanish pony I roam the wide prairie.
My trusty little pony is my companion true,
O'er creeks and hills and rivers he's sure to pull me through.

When threatening clouds do gather and herded lightnings flash
And heavy rain drops splatter, and rolling thunders crash,
What keeps the herd from running, stampeding far and wide?
The cowboy's long, low whistle and singing by their side.

"When in Kansas City our boss he pays us up,
We loaf around the city and take a parting cup;
We bid farewell to city life, from noisy crowds we come,
Range back to dear old Texas, the cowboy's native home."

Oh, he is coming back to marry the only girl he loves,
He says I am his darling, I am his own true love;
Some day we two will marry and then no more he'll roam,
But settle down with Mary in a cozy cottage home.

"Ho, I'm a jolly cowboy, from Texas now I hail,
Give me my bond to Mary, I'll quit the Lone Star trail
I love the rolling prairies; They're free from care and strife
But I'll quit the herd of longhorns for the sake of my little wife.


My name is Juan Murray, and sad for my fate,
I was born, raised in Texas, that good Lone Star State.
Been to many a round-up, have worked on the trail,
Have stood many a long guard through rain, sleet, and hail.

I am a jolly cowboy and have roamed all over the West
And among the bronco riders I rank among the best.
But when I left old Midland, with voice right then I spoke
"I never will see you again until the day I croak."

But since I left old Texas, so many sights I have saw
A-traveling from my native state way out to Mexico;
I am looking all around me and cannot help but smile
To see my nearest neighbors all in the Mexican style.

I left my home in Texas to dodge the ball and chain.
In the State of Sonora I will forever remain.
Farewell to my mother, my friends that are so dear,
I would like to see you all again, my lonesome heart to cheer.

I have a word to speak, boys, only another to say:
Don't never be a cow-thief, don't never ride a stray;
Be careful of your line, boys, and keep it on your tree
Just suit yourself about it, for it is nothing to me.

But if you start to rustling you will come to some sad fate,
You will have to go to prison and work for the state.
Don't think that I am lying and trying to tell a joke,
For the writer has experienced just every word he's spoke.

It is better to be honest and let others' stock alone
Than to leave your native country and seek a Mexican home.
For if you start to rustling you will surely come to see
The State of Sonora---be an outcast just like me.




Oh, I'm a lonely cowboy and I'm off the Texas trail,
My trade is cinchin' saddles and pullin' bridle reins.
For I can twist a lasso with the greatest skill and ease,
Or rope and ride a bronco most anywhere I please.

Oh, I love the rollin' prairie that's far from trail and strife,
Behind a bunch of longhorns I'll journey all my life.
But if I had a stake, boys, soon married I would be,
To the sweetest girl in this wide world, just fell in love with me.

Oh when we get off the trail, boys, the dusty billows ride,
It's fifty miles from water and the grass is scorching dry;
Oh, boss is mad and ringy, you all can plainly see,
I'll have to pull out the longhorns, I'm a cowboy here to be.

Bur when it comes a rain, boys, one of the gentle kind,
When the lakes are full of water and the grass is waving fine,
Oh, the boss'll shed his frown, boys, and a pleasant smile you'll see,
I'll have to pull out the longhorns, I'm a cowboy here to be.

Oh, when we get them bedded we sink down for the night,
Some horse'll shake his saddle, it'll give the herd a fright,
They'll bound to their feet, boys, and madly stampede away,
In one moments time, boys, you can hear a cowboy say.

Oh, when we get 'em bedded we feel most inclined,
When a cloud'll rise in the west, boys, and the fire play on their horns.
Oh, the old boss rides around them, your pay is set in gold,
So I'll have to pull out longhorns until I am too old.  

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My Love Is A Rider

My love is a rider, wild broncos he breaks;
But he's promised to quit it soon just for my sake.
He ties one foot back and the saddle puts on;
With a swing and a jump, He  is mounted and gone.

The first time I met him, 'twas early one spring;
He was riding a bronco, a high headed thing.
He tipped me a wink as he gaily did go,
for he wished me to look at his bucking bronco. 

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I'm an old cowhand, from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride, 'fore I learned to stand
I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star State
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8

Yippe-I-o ki ay.(twice)

I'm an old cowhand, from the Rio Grande
Where the west is wild, 'round the border land
Where the Buffalo roam ...around the zoo,
And the indians make you a rug or two...
And the old Bar-x is a Bar-BQ

I'm an old cowhand, from the Rio Grande
(line missing...will add it soon-my wife knows it!)
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bout the old corral where the dogies go
Cause I learned them all on the radio.

A critical moment.


I was snappin'  out broncs for the old Flying U
At forty a month and not much to do.
When the boss he comes around and says here my lad,
At bustin the wild ones well you're not so bad.

At toppin' the wild ones well you're not so slow
You might do good at the big rodeo
For you see I don't have no more outlaws to break
But I'll buy you a ticket and give you a stake.

Lay off the liquor and don't you get full
Don't think you can ride that bad brahma bull
He's mean  as they make 'em and don't you forget
He's throwed lots of twisters and never been set.

So pack up your bedroll and be on your way.
It looks like you might be a champion some day.
Walk right up and choose them and when you get through
Just tell them you learned on the old Flying U.

So I packed up my bedroll and started raising dust,
A huntin' that show and the wild one to bust.
I entered the contest, I paid in my fee,
I said look at the champion, the champion is me.

They looked me over, said "he must be full,
Let's give him a seat on the bad brahma bull",
I says "I'm fair enough, I'm not here to brag,
I've come a long way just to gentle that nag".

So while they're puttin' him into the chutes,
I buckle my spurs the heels of my boots.
I sized that bull over and to my surprise,
It's a foot and a half between his two eyes.

 Just back of his withers he carries a large hump,
So I takes a deep seat just back of this lump.
I says "now I'm ready just open the gate wide,
I'll be back in a minute to bring you his hide".

I jabbed my spurs in him, he bawled like a moose,
He eased from the chute and then he cut loose.
First thing he's sunfishin' and turnin' handsprings,
I take to the air just like I had wings.

Up high I turn over and below I can see,
He's pawing the dirt and a waitin' for me.
I picture a grave with a big slab of wood,
Saying "here is a cowboy who thought he was good".

I hit the ground and I give out a yelp,
I'm plumb terror stricken and yellin' for help.
I jump to my feet and I've got enough sense,
to outrun that bull to a hole in the fence.

I dived through that hole and I want you to know,
I'm not goin' back to no wild west show.
At bustin' the wild ones you can bet I am through,
I'm hightailin' it back to the old Flying U.


I've traveled all over this world
And now to another I go
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
To welcome old Rosin the Beau
And I know that good quarters are waiting
To welcome old Rosin the Beau

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
A voice you will hear from below
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Beau"
To drink with old Rosin the Beau"
To drink with old Rosin the Beau"
Saying "Send down a hogshead of whiskey
To drink with old Rosin the Beau"

Then get a half dozen stout fellows
And stack them all up in a row
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
To the memory of Rosin the Beau
Let them drink out of half gallon bottles
To the memory of Rosin the Beau

Then get this half dozen stout fellows
And let them all stagger and go
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Beau
And in it put Rosin the Beau
And in it put Rosin the Beau
And dig a great hole in the meadow
And in it put Rosin the Beau

Then get ye a couple of bottles
Put one at me head and me toe
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Beau
The name of old Rosin the Beau
The name of old Rosin the Beau
With a diamond ring scratch upon them
The name of old Rosin the Beau

I've only this one consolation
As out of this world I go
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau
I know that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

I fear that old tyrant approaching
That cruel remorseless old foe
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau
And I lift up me glass in his honor
Take a drink with old Rosin the Beau





I taught her the lesson
Of the rangers command
To hold a six shooter
In each of her hands.
I taught her the lesson
Never to run
As long as a bullet
Would reach from her gun. 

We camped in the canyon
At the fall of the year
To stay there that season
With a herd of fat steer
She would always ride with me
On all the roundups
We would always drink together
From a cold bitter cup.

The redskins broke upon us
At the dead hour of night
We rose from our slumber
With a battle to fight.
She jumped in her saddle
With a gun in each hand
Saying "Come you brave cowboys,
We'll win this fair land!"

The lightning came flashing
And down poured the rain
Along came a bullet
And dashed out her brain.
I jumped in her saddle
With a gun in each hand
Saying "Come you brave cowboys"
We'll win this fair land!"

My cattle stampeded
And my wagons were burned
In one bloody battle
I had lost all I'd earned.
I'm going to quit herding
And change my whole life.
I'm going to kill the redskins
Who murdered my wife.

Montana Ranch



I was young and happy, my heart was light and gay,
Singing, always singing through the sunny summer day,
Happy as a lizard in the waving chaparral,
Walking down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal.

Sal, Sal, Sal, my heart it broke today;
Broke in two forever when they placed you 'neath the clay;
You all may yearn to see me, but oh, nevermore you shall,
Walking down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal.

Bury me tomorrow where the lily blossoms spring,
Underneath the willows where the little birdies sing.
She told me that she loved me, she swore she'd be my pal,
But she turned me down completely, did my Snagtooth Sal.

I met her in the evening when the stars were shining bright,
We walked and talked and billed and cooed till twelve o'clock at night.
I thought I had her safely in my aching hearts corral,
But she died and left me longing for my Snagtooth Sal.

Plant a little stone above the little mound of sod,
Write, "Here lies a loving heart and busted heart, begod."
Never more you'll see him walking proudly with his gal,
Walking down through Laramie with Snagtooth Sal.






Come and listen to my story, I'll not detain you long,
A-singing and a humming this simple and silly song.
'Tis of the old es-convicts, the men who served their time
for robbing mountain stages on the Wells and Fargo line.

There was Major Thompson turned up the other day,
He said that he would hold them up or hell he would pay,
For he could hold a rifle and draw a bead so fine
Upon those shotgun messengers of  the Wells  and Fargo line.

And there was Jimmy Miner who thought he was a thief
But he surely proved himself to be a dirty sneak;
 And now behind San Quentin's he's serving out his time
for giving tips to old Jim Hughs on the Wells and Fargo Line.

And there's still another who well did play his part,
He's known among the mountains and the highwayman, Black Bart.
He'd ride those mountain jerkies, to him it was but pleasure,
He'd ride the trail both night and day for the Wells and Fargo treasure.

And now my stories ended, I've not detained you long,
A-singing and a-humming this simple and silly song.
And though the nights are long, boys, and weary grows the time,
But when we are out we'll ride again the Wells and Fargo line.




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