FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Ballads of the Poison Oak
FC 11 K-18
33
Jack Killam
One Hour
After the toil of the daytime; After the chores of the eve.
Ballads of the Poison Oak
FC 11 K-18
32
Jack Killam
Enjoyment
Life is not all of toil and care; Nor all of joy and pleasure.
Ballads of the Poison Oak
FC 11 K-18
29
Jack Killam
Eden
The way was rough and winding; Marked by an old trail blade.
Ballads of the Poison Oak
FC 11 K-18
27
Jack Killam
Bridges
The time was thirty years ago -- The place' where men are men'.
God, strength, love
Ballads of the Poison Oak
FC 11 K-18
26
Jack Killam
The Making of the Bolshevik
There are lots of queer people; A roaming around this world.
prohibition, whiskey,
Ballads of the Poison Oak
FC 11 K-18
24
Jack Killam
Hunger
Have you been hungry when out on the trail?
Ballads of the Poison Oak
FC 11 K-18
21
Jack Killam
It's Up to Dad
We hear the old men talking, We see their furrowed brows.
Left homes and plows for big city
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
3
John "Jay" Kulm
Northwest Towns
I have a friend from Texas who constantly complains.
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
6
John "Jay" Kulm
Firefighters
There's a person in an occupation worthy to admire.
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
8
John "Jay" Kulm
Next Year Country
Tradition in our family goes way back.
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
12
John "Jay" Kulm
A Piano and a Clock
This rancher never saw the furniture he told me of the piano his great-grandma used to play.
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
17
John "Jay" Kulm
Where the Grass Grows Greenest
The grass sure grows green in the pasture around the fence post.
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
18
John "Jay" Kulm
I Take Walks at Night
I take walks at night under the stars.
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
20
John "Jay" Kulm
Fences
A drive in a suburb among residences will show you how people are/ crazy for fences.
John "Jay" Kulm's Pocketbook of Cowboy Poetry: The Blue Book
FC 11 K-19
22
John "Jay" Kulm
Refugees
Out in the early West.
emigrants, homesteads
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
402
Fred Lambert
The Last Shall be First
We were fishing down a canyon/ On the Cross-Bar Lazy-B,/ When the foreman, wild hoss Charley/ Cut a pole and said to me:
Race at San Marshall
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
13
Fred Lambert
The Sante Fe Trail
Trail of a continent, tell us your story.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
16
Fred Lambert
The Legend of the Angelo
Down where the sage and the cactus grow, From the Rio Grande to the Angelo.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
19
Fred Lambert
Branding Irons
"Oh, heat me hot in the ember's glow for I am both deed and chattel.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
22
Fred Lambert
Sunshine Nell
Oh, a mother cradled her babe to sleep -- With a slumber song unto dreamland deep.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
25
Fred Lambert
Frijole Pal
I'm cinchin' up my saddle; And preparin' for a battle.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
28
Fred Lambert
The Passing of Brimstone
We were sitting in a bunkhouse; At the Cross-Bar-Lazy-B.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
31
Fred Lambert
The Return of Padre Juan de La Padilla
You've likely read of the Padre old -- He whom they say no grave may hold.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
33
Fred Lambert
The Story of Chief Pablo Abeita
Juan de la Padilla; Came from Spain long years ago.
Bygone Days of the Old West
FC 11 L-01
36
Fred Lambert
The Return
Many moons and many seasons/ Lay the Padre as he should-/ Many moons and many seasons/ In the log of a cottonwood