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BLOOD ON THE SADDLE
There’s blood on the saddle and blood on the ground
And a great big puddle of blood all around
A cowboy lay in it, all covered with gore
And he never will ride any broncos no more.
BURY ME NOT ON THE LONE PRAIRIE
“Oh bury me not on the lone prairie”
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day.
“Oh bury me not on the lone prairie”
CIELITO LINDO
De la Sierra Morena Cielito Lindo vienen bajando
Un par deojitos negros, Cielito Lindo, de contrabando
Ay, ay, ay, ay, cantay nollores
Por que cantando sealegran
Cielito Lindos corazones.
CINDY
You ought to see my Cindy, she lives a way down South
Oh, she’s so sweet, the honeybees swarm around in her mouth
Get along home, Cindy; Cindy, get along home I say
Get along home, Cindy; Cindy, I’ll marry you some day.
COWBOY JACK
He was just a lonely cowboy
With a heart so brave and true
And he learned to love a maiden
With eyes of heaven’s blue.
GIT ALONG LITTLE DOGGIES
As I was walking one morning for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher a-ridin’ along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jinglin’
And as he approached he was singin’ this song
“Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies
It’s your misfortune and none of my own
“Whoopee ti-yi-yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home.”
OLD TEXAS
I’m going to leave Old Texas now
They’ve got no use for the longhorn cow
They’ve plowed and fenced my cattle range
And the people here all seem so strange.
THE COWBOY
All day on the prarie ion a saddle I ride
Not even a dog, boys, to trot by my side
My fire I must kindle with chips gathered round
And boil my own coffee without being ground
My bread lacking leaven, I bake in a pot
And I sleep on the ground for want of a cot.
TENTING ON THE OLD CAMPGROUND
We’re tenting tonight on the old campground
Give us a song to cheer
Our weary hearts
A song of home and friends we love so dear
Many are the hearts that are weary tonight
Wishing for the war to cease
Many are the hearts that are looking for the right
To see the dawn of peace
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight
Tenting on the old campground
Tenting tonight, tenting tonight
Tenting on the old campground
THE BIG CORRAL
That chuck wagon brute from the cattle chute
Press along to the big corral
He should be branded on the snoot
Press along to the big corral
Press along, cowboy, press along
Press along with a cowboy yell
Press along with a noise, big noise
Press along to the Big Corral.
THE OLD CHISOLM TRAIL
Well, come along, boys and listen to my tale
I’ll tell you of my troubles on the old Chisolm trail
Come a ti-yi-yippy yippy, yay, yippy yay
Come a ti-yi-yippy yippy, yay.
THE RAILROAD CORRAL
We’re up in the morning at breaking of day
The chuck wagon’s busy, the flapjacks in play
The herd is a stir over hillside and vale
With the night riders crowding them onto the trail. |
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