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| 3:35 | 
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There's a great American hero, we all look up to
When the times are hard and the chips are down He knows just what to do Now a cowboy's got a set of rules that he lives by day to day If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it Before if burns a hole down in them jeans It it's a load, truck it, if it's a punch, duck it If she's a lady, treat her like a queen That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it He's got a simple solution to just about anything If it's a job, do it, put your back in to it. Cause a little bit of dirt's gonna wash off in the rain If it's a horse, ride it, if it hurts, hide it Dust yourself off and get back on again That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it He's got a simple solution to just about anything An old cowboy and a young buckaroo were workin', ridin' fence The old hand was testin' the kid on his skill and common sense He said, "Son, if you seen three men in a pick-up truck Dressed alike from boot to hat Could you tell which one was the real cowboy just from where he sat?" The kid scratched his head awhile and then he said "Well, there ain't no way to know" The old hand grinned and then he said "Kid, you've still got a ways to go The real cowboy's the one in the middle He ain't there just by fate Cause first he don't have to drive And then he don't have to mess with the gate" That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it It's in the way he lives his life and the songs he sings That's cowboy logic, every cowboy's got it He's got a simple solution to just about anything He's got a simple solution to just about anything |
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| 2. |
| 3:01 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:21 |
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I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song. Nights underneath the prairie moon, I ride along and sing this tune. See them tumbling down Pledging their love to the ground Lonely but free I'll be found Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. Cares of the past are behind Nowhere to go but I'll find Just where the trail will wind Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. I know when night has gone That a new world's born at dawn. I'll keep rolling along Deep in my heart is a song Here on the range I belong Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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Way high up in
the Sierry Peaks Where the yellow-jack pines grow tall, Old Buster Jiggs and Sandy Bob Had a round-up camp last fall. Well they took along their running irons Maybe a dog or two, And they 'lowed thy'd brand every long-eared calf That came within their view. Now every little long-eared dogie That didn't push up by day, Got his long ears whittled and his old hide scorched In a most artistic way. One fine day, says Buster Jiggs, As he throws his seago down, "I'm tired of cowpiography And I think I'm a goin' into town." Well they saddled up, and they hit a lope For it warn't no sight of a ride, And them was the days that a good cow-punch Could oil up his insides. Well they started in at Kentucky Bar, At the head of Whisky Row, And they wound her up at the Depot House About forty drinks below. Well they sets 'em up and they turns around And they started in the other way, And to tell the God-forsaken truth Them boys got drunk that day. They was on their way, goin' back to camp A-packin' that awful load, When who should they meet but the Devil himself Come a-traipsin' down the road. He says, "You ornery cowboy skunks You better go hunt for your holes, 'Cause I've come up from Hell's rim rock Just to gather in your souls. "The Devil be damned," says Buster Jiggs, "Us boys is a little bit tight; But you don't go gatherin' no cowboys' souls Without one helluva fight." Now Buster Jiggs could ride like hell And throw a lasso, too, So he threw it over the Devil's horns And he took his dallies true. Now Sandy Bob was a reata man With his gut-line coiled up neat; But he shook her out and he builds a loop And he roped the Devils hind feet. Well they stretches him out and they tails him down While the running-irons were getting hot, And they cropped and swallow-forked his ears And they branded him up a lot. Well they trimmed his horns way down to his head Tied ten knots in his tail for a joke, Then they went off and left him there Tied up to a little pin oak. Now when you're high in the Sierry Peaks And you hear one hell of a wail, Well you know it's just the Devil himself Yellin' 'bout them knots in his tail. |
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| 5. |
| 4:47 |
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Oh come along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail. (chorus) Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle, I was ridin', and a punchin' Texas cattle. We left ol' Texas October twenty-third Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd. I'm up in the morning before daylight, And before I sleep the moon shine bright. It's bacon and beans most every day, I'd just as soon be eating prairie hay. I woke up one morning on the Chisholm trail, With a rope in my hand and a cow by the tail, Last night on guard, and the leader broke the ranks, I hit my horse down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks. Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain, And my darned old slicker's in the wagon again. Oh the wind commenced to blow and the rain began to fall, And it looked by grab that we was gonna lose 'em all. I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn, The best damned cowpuncher ever was born. I was on my best horse, and a going on the run, The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun. No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain, And I swear, by God, I'll never night herd again. I herded and I hollered, and I done pretty well, Till the boss said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell." I'm going to the ranch to draw my money, Goin' into town to see my honey. I went to the boss to get my roll, He figured me out nine dollars in the hole. So I'll sell my outfit as fast as I can, And I won't punch cows for no damn man. So I sold old baldy and I hung up my saddle, And I bid farewell to the longhorn cattle. |
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| 6. |
| 3:31 |
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Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day Chorus: Home, home on the range Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all day The Red Man was pressed from this part of the west It's not likely he'll ever return to the banks of Red River, where seldom, if ever his flickering campfires still burn Repeat chorus How often at night when the heavens are bright with the light from the glittering stars Have I stood there amazed and asked, as I gazed if their glory exceeds that of ours Repeat chorus Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand flows leisurely down the stream Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along like a maid in a heavenly dream Repeat chorus |
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| 3:03 |
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Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle
Slavin' in the saddle all day You've got to be some kind of natural born fool To want to live your life this way Well it can't be the cooking, it sure ain't the money The devil made the horse that I ride The days are too long and the nights are too short And the boss ain't never satisfied So what am I doing here Lord? What am I doing here? There's got to be something better up there So what am I doing here? Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder If a cowboy's even got a prayer And why'd you have to make it so hard down here When things are so much better up there Now the Lord called His angels all around the throne Said, "Boys I must be wastin' my time Cause I thought I gave the cowboy a pretty good life Now he's complaining 'til the day he dies" |
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| 1:48 |
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| 9. |
| 3:00 |
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There's a yellow rose of Texas
That I am going to see No other soldier knows her No soldier, only me. She cried so when I left her It like to broke my heart And if I ever find her We never more will part. She's the sweetest rose of color This soldier ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds They sparkle like the dew. You may talk about your dearest May And sing of Rosa Lee But the Yellow Rose of Texas Beats the belles of Tennessee. Oh, my heart is feeling weary And my head is hanging low I'm goin' back to Georgy To find my Uncle Joe. You may talk about your Beauregard And sing of Bobby Lee But the Gallant Hood of Texas He raised Hell in Tennessee. |
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| 10. |
| 5:41 |
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1. Spanish is the lovin' tongue
Soft as springtime, light as spray There was a girl I learned it from Living down Sonora way Now I don't look much like a lover Yet I say her love words over Late at night when I'm all alone "Mi amor, mi corazon" 2. There were nights when I would ride She would listen for my spurs Fling that big door open wide Raise those laughing eyes of hers And how those hours would get to flyin' Pretty soon, I'd hear her cryin' "Please don't leave me all alone Mi amor, mi corazon" 3. Then one night I had to fly I got into a foolish gamblin' fight I had a swift goodbye In that black unlucky night And traveling north, her words kept ringing And every word I could hear her singing "Please don't leave me all alone Mi amor, mi corazon" 4. Well, I ain't never seen her since that night I can't cross the line now She was Mexican, and I was White Like as not, it's better so And yet I've always sort of missed her Since that last wild night I kissed her I left my heart, but I lost my own "Mi amor, mi corazon" |
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| 11. |
| 2:52 |
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Well, I'm writing you this letter
and it's a long time overdue You're thinkin' "Just mind your own business" I wouldn't blame you if you do You know our range is gettin' smaller Hear you're all busted up inside But it ain't the Broncos that'll kill you It's just that damned old cowboy pride Cowboy pride can always get a man through but cowboy pride will make a fool of you Good women are hard to find I'm talkin' about the faithful kind I hear you're running with that waitress and she's under age and wild You know your wife's the best there is, fella Would you move in with that child? She stuck with you through the hard times Think of all the nights she cried Will she be another victim of that same old cowboy pride Guess it's time to close my letter It's just somethin' that I had to do You know I made the same mistake once before she fell in love with you So go home to your wife and family It's time to put the past aside So you don't end up like me now Nothin' left but cowboy pride Cowboy pride can always get a man through but cowboy pride will make a fool of you Good women are hard to find I'm talkin' about the faithful kind Don't end up like me now with nothin' left but cowboy pride |
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| 3:31 |
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From this valley they say you are going
I will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile They say you are taking the sunshine That has brightened in the pathway a while Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu But remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true I've been faking a long time, my darling Although the sweet words you never would say Now, alas, all my found hopes have vanished They say you're going away Come and sit by my side if you love me Do not hasten to bid me adieu but remember the Red River Valley And the cowboy who loved you so true |
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| 3:01 |
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He ain't been right since she's been gone
He's been known to tie one on Glass could break and chairs could fly So we best keep him occupied Let the cowboy dance, let him dance all night Maybe he won't fuss, maybe he won't fight It's our only hope, it's our only chance Clear the floor boys and let the cowboy dance Let him kick up his heels or he'll kick down doors Give him lots of room when he hits the floor If he asks to dance with your wife Let her go, boy and save your life Let the cowboy dance, let him dance all night Maybe he won't fuss, maybe he won't fight It's our only hope, it's our only chance Clear the floor boys and let the cowboy dance Music calms the savage beast He's a big old boy at the very least He'll get over her someday Until then stay outta his way Let the cowboy dance, let him dance all night Maybe he won't fuss, maybe he won't fight It's our only hope, it's our only chance Clear the floor boys and let the cowboy dance |
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| 1:13 |
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Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds
I've known you of old You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold Beafsteak when I'm hungry Rye whiskey when I'm dry Greenbacks when I'm hard up And heaven when I die Rye whiskey, rye whiskey Rye whiskey I cry If I don't get rye whiskey I surely will die Jack of diamonds, jack of diamonds I've known you of old You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold |
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| 3:21 |
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| 3:18 |
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When The Work's All Done This Fall
1. A group of jolly cowboys, discussing plans at ease Says one, I'll tell you something, boys, if you will listen, please I am an old cow-puncher, you see me dressed in rags I used to be a good one boys, and went on great big jags 2. I have got a home boys, a good one you all know Although I haven't seen it since very long ago I'm headed back to Dixie once more to see them all I'm going to see my mother when the work's all done this fall 3. When I left my home, boys, my mother for me cried She begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died My mother's heart is aching, breaking for me, that's all With God's help I'll see her when the work's all done this fall" Instrumental Break 4. That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard The night was dark and cloudy and storming very hard The cattle, they got frightened and rushed in wild stampede The cowboy tried to head them while riding at full speed 5. Riding in the darkness, so loudly he did shout Trying hard to head them and turn the herd about His saddle horse did stumble and on him it did fall He'll not see his mother when the work's all done this fall Instrumental Break 6. "Send my mother my wages, boys, the wages I have earned I am so afraid, boys, the last steer I have turned I'm headed for a new range, I hear my Master call I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall 7. Fred, you take my saddle, George, you take my bed Bill, you take my pistol after I am dead Then think of me kindly when you look upon them all I'll not see my mother when the work's all done this fall" 8. Charlie was buried at sunrise, no tombstone for his head Nothing but a little board, and this is what it said "Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall He'll not see his mother when the work's all done this fall" |
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| 4:07 |
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As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen, Wrapped in white linen as cold as the clay. "Oh beat the drums slowly and play the fife lowly; Singy the Death March as you carry me along. Take me to the valley, there lay the sod o'er me, I'm a young cowboy and know I´ve done wrong." "I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy." These words he did say as I boldly walked by. "Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story; Got shot in the breast and I know I must die!" "My friends and relations they live in the Nation: They know not where their dear boy has gone. I first came to Texas and hired to a ranchman, Oh I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong." "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'm dying today." "Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin; Get six pretty maidens to sing me a song. Put bunches of roses all over my coffin, Put roses to deaden the sods as they fall." "Go gather around you a group of young cowboys, And tell them the story of this my sad fate. Tell one and the other before they go further, To stop their wild roving before it's too late." "Oh, bury me beside my knife and my shooter, My spurs on my heels, my rifle by my side. And over my coffin put a bottle of brandy, That the cowboys may drink as they carry me along." "Go fetch me some water, a cool cup of water To cool my parched lips," the poor cowboy then said. Before I returned his spirit had left him Had gone to his Maker, the cowboy was dead. We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly, And bitterly wept as we bore him along. For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome, We all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong. |
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| 3:03 |
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| 2:13 |
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Cheyenne, Cheyenne, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne;
Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne. My foot's in the stirrup, my rein in my hand I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, I'm off to Montan' Goodbye, old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne; My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your hay My wagon is loaded and rolling away. We ride all day ´till the sun´s going down I´m gonna be glad to get out of this town. |
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Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then. Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather. Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again. Some trails are happy ones, Others are blue. It's the way you ride the trail that counts, Here's a happy one for you. Happy trails to you, until we meet again. Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then. Who cares about the clouds when we're together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather. Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again. |
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