<p class="tit-song">OLD TIME COWBOY <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page365" name="page365"></SPAN>(p. 365)</span></p>
<p>Come all you melancholy folks wherever you may be,<br/>
I'll sing you about the cowboy whose life is light and free.<br/>
He roams about the prairie, and, at night when he lies down,<br/>
His heart is as gay as the flowers in May in his bed upon the ground.</p>
<p>They're a little bit rough, I must confess, the most of them, at least;<br/>
But if you do not hunt a quarrel you can live with them in peace;<br/>
For if you do, you're sure to rue the day you joined their band.<br/>
They will follow you up and shoot it out with you just man to man.</p>
<p>Did you ever go to a cowboy whenever hungry and dry,<br/>
Asking for a dollar, and have him you deny?<br/>
He'll just pull out his pocket book and hand you a note,—<br/>
They are the fellows to help you whenever you are broke.</p>
<p>Go <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page366" name="page366"></SPAN>(p. 366)</span> to their ranches and stay a while, they never ask a cent;<br/>
And when they go to town, their money is freely spent.<br/>
They walk straight up and take a drink, paying for every one,<br/>
And they never ask your pardon for anything they've done.</p>
<p>When they go to their dances, some dance while others pat<br/>
They ride their bucking bronchos, and wear their broad-brimmed hats;<br/>
With their California saddles, and their pants stuck in their boots,<br/>
You can hear their spurs a-jingling, and perhaps some of them shoots.</p>
<p>Come all soft-hearted tenderfeet, if you want to have some fun;<br/>
Go live among the cowboys, they'll show you how it's done.<br/>
They'll treat you like a prince, my boys, about them there's nothing mean;<br/>
But don't try to give them too much advice, for all of them ain't green.</p>
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