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The Cowboy's Life
The bawl of a steer,
To a cowboy's ear,
Is music of sweetest strain;
And the yelping notes
Of the gray coyotes
To him are a glad refrain.
For a kingly crown
In the noisy town
His saddle he wouldn't changeB
No life so free
As the life we see
Way out on the Yaso range.
And his jolly songs
Speed him along
As he thinks of the little gal
With golden hair
Who is waiting there
At the bars of the home corral.
His eyes are bright
And his heart as light
As the smoke of his cigarette;
There's never a care
For his soul to bear,
No trouble to make him fret.
The rapid beat
Of his bronco's feet
On the sod as he speeds along.
Keeps living time
To the ringing rhyme
Of his rollicking cowboy song.
The winds may blow
And the thunder growl
Or the breezes may safely moan;
A cowboy's life
Is a royal life,
His saddle his kingly throne.
Hike it cowboys,
For the range away
On the back of a bronc of steel,
With a careless flirt
Of a rawhide quirt
And a dig of a roweied heel.
Saddle up, boys,
For the work is play
When love's in the cowboy's eyes
When his heart is light
As the clouds of white
That swim in the summer skies.
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PUB. BY GRAPHIC FACTS OF AMERICA". ALAMOGORDO, N.M
