Songs of the Cowboys (Google eBook)

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Houghton Mifflin, 1921 - American ballads and songs - 184 pages
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Page 71 - Where the jimson weed and sandburs grow; Now we'll fill you up on prickly pear and cholla Till you are ready for the trail to Idaho. Oh, you'll be soup for Uncle Sam's Injuns, It's "beef, heap beef,
Page 135 - Sam Bass was born in Indiana, it was his native home, And at the age of seventeen young Sam began to roam, Sam first came out to Texas a cowboy for to be, A kinder-hearted fellow you seldom ever see.
Page 41 - And I'm scared that I'll be a stray yearling, A maverick, unbranded on high, And get cut in the bunch with the "rustics" When the Boss of the Riders goes by.
Page 11 - Never seen her since that night; I kaint cross the Line, you know. She was Mex. and I was white; Like as not it's better so. Yet I've always sort of missed her Since that last, wild night I kissed her, Left her heart and lost my own "Adios, mi corazon.
Page 41 - As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen, Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay.
Page 43 - It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing, It was once in the saddle I used to go gay; First to the dram-house and then to the card-house; Got shot in the breast and I am dying today.
Page 109 - I'll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm trail.
Page 40 - 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.
Page 148 - Oh, 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.
Page 137 - Sam met his fate at Round Rock, July the twenty-first; They pierced poor Sam with rifle balls and emptied out his purse. Poor Sam he is a corpse and six foot under clay, And Jackson's in the bushes, trying to get away.

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