FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Somewhere in old Wyoming

Somewhere in old Wyoming, lives the girl I love.

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Birmingham Jail

Down on the levee, levee so low

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Don't you believe it

When I was a kid about twenty, I thought I new everything, till I met a guy on the corner who sold me a beautiful ring.

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Moon Light and Skies

On, come hear my story of heartaches and sighs,

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Nobody's Darling but mine

Come sit down beside me my darling and lay your cool hand on my brow,

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Yellow Rose of Texas

There's a yellow rose in Texas, that I'm going to see,

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Kansas Dust Song (Tune Beautiful Texas)

Oh, it's dusty in Southwestern Kansas in the land where the strong breezes blow

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There's an Empty Cot in the Bunk House

There's a cot unused in the bunkhouse to-night, there's a pinto's head hanging low,

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My dear old southern home

My dear old southern home, I was happy as I could be

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Happy go luck boy

My name is unknown; every town is my home, but my heart's always full of joy,

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Dad in the Hills

Back in the hills there's a pal, one that is so dear to me, you may think this a gal, but it's my dear old daddy.

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In the Jail House Now

In had a friend named Ramblin' Bob, he used to gamble, steal and rob.

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Going Back to Texas

I started out from Texas about a year ago, I started out to make myself a name,

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The Wreck of Number 9

On a cold winter night, not a star was in sight, an the north wind was howling down the line,

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You and My old Guitar

I could neer be lonely, I could never be blue as I go through life it's only, I have my guitar and you.

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Dying Ranger

The sun was sinking in the west.

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Cowboy Jack

He was just a lonely cowboy, with a heart so brave and true,

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The Great Roundup

When I think of the last great round up, on the eve of eternity's dawn,

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Fair Maiden of the Plains

There was a fair maiden who lived on the plains, she gave her love to me in a slow steady rain

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My Pal of Yesterday

At twilight when the shadows are falling, at the close of a long dreary day,

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Clementine

In a cavern in a canyon excavating for a mine dwelt a minter, forty-niner and his daughter Clementine

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I'm a roamin' cowboy

I'm a roamin' cowboy, far from home;

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The Little Mohee

As I was walking for pleasure on day, I craved recreation as the day passed away

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Little Hother of the Hills

There's a path that leads back to that home I love so well,

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When it's Round-up time in Texas

To most folks there's a spot that lives forever, deep down within their fondest memory,