<p class="tit-song">THE CROOKED TRAIL TO HOLBROOK <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page121" name="page121"></SPAN>(p. 121)</span></p>
<p>Come all you jolly cowboys that follow the bronco steer,<br/>
I'll sing to you a verse or two your spirits for to cheer;<br/>
It's all about a trip, a trip that I did undergo<br/>
On that crooked trail to Holbrook, in Arizona oh.</p>
<p>It's on the seventeenth of February, our herd it started out,<br/>
It would have made your hearts shudder to hear them bawl and shout,<br/>
As wild as any buffalo that ever rode the Platte,<br/>
Those dogies we were driving, and every one was fat.</p>
<p>We crossed the Mescal Mountains on the way to Gilson Flats,<br/>
And when we got to Gilson Flats, Lord, how the wind did blow;<br/>
It blew so hard, it blew so fierce, we knew not where to go,<br/>
But our spirits never failed us as onward we did go,—<br/>
On that crooked trail to Holbrook, in Arizona oh.</p>
<p>That night we had a stampede; Christ, how the cattle run!<br/>
We <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page122" name="page122"></SPAN>(p. 122)</span> made it to our horses; I tell you, we had no fun;<br/>
Over the prickly pear and catclaw brush we quickly made our way;<br/>
We thought of our long journey and the girls we'd left one day.</p>
<p>It's long by Sombserva we slowly punched along,<br/>
While each and every puncher would sing a hearty song<br/>
To cheer up his comrade as onward we did go,<br/>
On that crooked trail to Holbrook, in Arizona oh.</p>
<p>We crossed the Mongollen Mountains where the tall pines do grow,<br/>
Grass grows in abundance, and rippling streams do flow;<br/>
Our packs were always turning, of course our gait was slow,<br/>
On that crooked trail to Holbrook, in Arizona oh.</p>
<p>At last we got to Holbrook, a little gale did blow;<br/>
It blew up sand and pebble stones and it didn't blow them slow.<br/>
We had to drink the water from that muddy little stream<br/>
And swallowed a peck of dirt when we tried to eat a bean.</p>
<p>But the cattle now are shipped and homeward we are bound<br/>
With <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page123" name="page123"></SPAN>(p. 123)</span> a lot of as tired horses as ever could be found;<br/>
Across the reservation no danger did we fear,<br/>
But thought of wives and sweethearts and the ones we love so dear.<br/>
Now we are back in Globe City, our friendship there to share;<br/>
Here's luck to every puncher that follows the bronco steer.</p>
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