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I thought, one morning just for fun,
I`d see how ropin` cows was done;
So when the roundup had begun
I tackled the cattle king.
He said, `My foreman`s gone to town,
He`s in a saloon, his name is Brown
You just go see him, he`ll take you down.`
Says I, `That`s just the thing.`
We went to the ranch the very next day,
Brown talked to me `most all the way.
He said `Punchin` cows is nothin` but play.
T`aint hardly no work at all.`
He said,` There`s nothing to do but ride
It`s just like drifting with the tide.`
That son of a bitch! Oh how he lied!
He had one hell of a gall.
Sometimes those cattle would make a break
And across the prairie they would take,
Just like they was running for a stake.
To them it was nothing but play.
Sometimes they would stumble and fall
Sometimes you couldn`t head them at all
And we`d shoot on like a cannonball
Till the ground came in our way.
They saddled me up on an old gray hack
With a great big seat stuck on his back;
They padded him down with a gunny sack
And with my bedroll, too.
When I got on him, he left the ground
Jumped up in the air, and circled around.
When I come down, I busted the ground,
I had a Hell of a fall!
They picked me up and carried me in,
And rubbed me down with a picket pin.
They says,` That`s the way they all begin,`
`You`re doin` fine`, says Brown.
Tomorrow morning, if you don`t die
We`ll give you another horse to try.`
`Say, mister, can`t I walk?`, says I
Says Brown, `Yep, back to town.`
I`ve traveled up, I`ve traveled down,
I`ve traveled this wide world all around.
I`ve lived in city, I`ve lived in town;
And here`s what I`ve got to say:
Before you try cowpunching, kiss your wife
Take a lot of insurance on your life
And cut your throat with a butcher knife.
It`s easier that way.
This was copywrited by Paull- Pioneer Music Co., 1932, with words
credited to D. J. O`Malley. I heard it from my father, who
learned it in the late 1920`s. RG
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