FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

Bygone Days of the Old West

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Fred Lambert

Casino Sam

Casino Sam went a ridin' up the cactus trail alone.

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Fred Lambert

The Cruise of the Espinosa

I simply pass the story told by Narraganset Bill.

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Fred Lambert

In the Name of the Law

'Snake' Alderson watched from the side of his eyes.

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Fred Lambert

Alkali Phipps

I'd pen the sad story of Alkali Phipps.

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Fred Lambert

There Lay

Old Jepp Todd, the faithful, rode a relay with the mail.

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Fred Lambert

Mistah Buzzahd Explains

Mistah Buzzahd flew long -- Mistah Buzzahd flew high.

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Fred Lambert

Driftin', Jest Driftin'

I miss the silver jingle of your spur; And th' sweet mountain winds of home.

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Fred Lambert

The Coyote's Lonely Call

Evening along on the prairie -- The last faint ray of light.

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Fred Lambert

Jog On, Jehoshaphat

Road gets rougher every mile; (Cluck) Jog on, Jehoshaphat.

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Fred Lambert

The Rattlesnake

I live my life in the desert; I bask in the morning sun.

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The Ranger's Old Six Gun

I sleep in rust neath a coat of dust; Hanging over the old fireplace at rest.

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Fred Lambert

The Cimarron Canyon

A great, long range, In formation strange.

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Fred Lambert

Rocky Mountain Candy

Sometimes I get to thinkin'; Thet they mebbe made yuh wrong.

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Fred Lambert

Silver Plume

Long before the white man; Sought the valleys of New Mexico.

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Fred Lambert

The Famine and the Plague

No longer the maize in the valleys is growing.

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Fred Lambert

Big Medicine

TOM TOM TOM TOM TOM TOM TOM -- In the council chamber sat the Chiefs of Standing Buffalo.

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Fred Lambert

Mex from Over the Border

"Mex" from over the border; Was yellow the boys all bet.

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Fred Lambert

That Dad-Burned Little Pea

The Chink was washing windows; At the Cross-Bar-Lazy-B.

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Fred Lambert

The Coyote

We was making rawhide ropes.

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Fred Lambert

The Life-Line

The trading of the life-line.

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Fred Lambert

Annie Lowery on the Guard

Don't know why I feel so lonesome, Moon is shining clear and bright.

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Fred Lambert

The Rustler's Last Retreat

I reined my bronc at the rimroch's edge, Made camp in the grey mesquite.

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Fred Lambert

Horse Sense

We were ready for a round-up; At the Cross-Bar-Lazy-B.

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Fred Lambert

The Pack Rat

I sorter like a pack-rat -- Comic little cuss.

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Fred Lambert

A Preacher of Cimarron

It was in the early '70 a stage coach crossed the Ponil bridge.