FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection

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Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

FC 11 E-22

Wayne Erbsen

Rye Whiskey

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry. If I don't get rye whiskey, I surely will die. Oh whiskey you villain, You've been my downfall, You've beat me, you've banged me

Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

FC 11 E-22

Wayne Erbsen

The Strawberry Roan

I was hanging 'round town not earning a dime, Being out of a job, just a spending my time. When a stranger steps up and he says, "I suppose that you're a bronc rider

Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

FC 11 E-22

Wayne Erbsen

The Streets of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen, wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay

Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

FC 11 E-22

Wayne Erbsen

The Texas Rangers

Come all you Texas Rangers, wherever you may be, I'll tell you of some troubles, that happened unto me. My name is nothinhg extra, so that I will not tell

Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

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Wayne Erbsen

The Trail to Mexico

I made up my mind to change my way, To leave the crowd that was too gay, And leave my native home awhile, And travel west for many a mile

Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

FC 11 E-22

Wayne Erbsen

Tying Knots in the Devil's Tail

Away up high in the Sierry Petes, Where the yellow pines grow tall, Sandy Bob and Buster Jiggs, Had a rodeer camp last fall. Oh, they'd taken their hosses and runnin irons, and mabbe a dawg or two

Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

FC 11 E-22

Wayne Erbsen

When the Work's All Done This Fall

A group of jolly cowboys, discussing plans at ease, Says one, "I'll tell you something boys, if you will listen please. I am an old cowpupncher, and here I'm dressed in rags;

Cowboy Songs, Jokes, Lingo 'n Lore

FC 11 E-22

Wayne Erbsen

Zebra Dun

We were camped upon the plains at the head of the Cimarron, When alont came a stranger and he stopped to argue some. He looked so very foolish and began to look around.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

To Elko and the Gathering Staff 1987

It's been tough times, all over the cattle land. California moutains, Texas plains, Arizona sand.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

My Favorite Song

When I was a tiny child, upon my fathers knee, the thundering storm, was a frightening sound to me. But he taught me storms were, but a promise kept,

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Song of the Land

The song of the land, is a really beautiful thing. With the many melodies, the changing seasons bring. It has filled my life, with pleasures untold. Just as it did my fathers, in days of old.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Eric Spardo

The beauty, the beauty, my pen can't quite share Tho' I'll do my best to put you there. One of those magic evenings in Butte Valley

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Desert Death

The newcomers come, and talk of this desert land. They say it is a boy, that is soon to become a man. they say it is young, changing, improving and growing.

Cow Tracks on the Land

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

FC 11 B-66

Bob Schild

The River's Story

Whispering Waters so cold and so free, Oh what a story they'er telling to me. Winding old river, as wild as can be, Gurgling Tales on its way to the sea

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Alone

Some crave company, of others of their kind. The need to be alone never enters their mind. Me, I need solitude, of God and

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Colors of a Winter Night

The bright yellow moon hung like frozen fire in the midnight sky. Luminous threads of fog drifted thru trees like the echo of a sigh.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Song of the Wild Geese

Have you sat your horse on a rocky ridge, with winter in the air? And watched the cloud streaked skies, until you could see them there?

Cow Tracks on the Land

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

FC 11 B-66

Rob Blair

The Land of Magic

See the big, dizzy moutains with its snow clouds a misty thin. And the ghostly winds that whisper in this land of quiet and

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Fire!!

Fire on the ridge! The wind is high. Smoke blackens, the evening sky. Wind a fickle seductress, like none other. Leading the dancing flames, first one way, then another.

Cow Tracks on the Land

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

FC 11 B-66

Leon Flick

Listen to the Sun Go Down

Upon a warm September's eve, the sun was dipping low. I sat myself upon a rim from there to watch the show. the shadows were their longest now as darkness soon would be.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Cowman's Love of the Land

I watched that John Wayne re-run on TV, the other night. My, how the horses did run, and how the cowboys did fight. The greedy ol' cowman, ridin' rough-shod, hard and tall

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

The Deepest Valley

It's storming in the High Sierra's, clouds hang angry and low. THe lofty peaks are hidden, from those of us below. I have looked at the sky above, and wondered.

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

Packin' in the Eastern High Sierra's

I've heard quite a few cowboys, that followed a wagon or two. Make fun of the packers, and say, it's something that they wouldn't do. . .

Cow Tracks on the Land

FC 11 B-66

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

High Sierras

Down thru California run the high Sierra peaks. I've been there to see the morning sun's golden streaks. It's high beautiful, clear, and clean. Finest of mother nature's work that I've ever seen.

Cow Tracks on the Land

Lona Tankersley Burkhart

FC 11 B-66

R. Turmon

Ballot Measures and Other Falisities

Not everybody was fortunate enough to grow up on a ranch in the West. So not everyone learned of hills, grasses, and water, life blood of the country. They don't even know the soul of the land,