FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Heaven Bound
When i go to that great roundup, Up yonder in th' sky, I'll ride in on my flyin' hoss, An' loudly I will cry
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Dick Hays
Th' Ol' Brindle Steer
I was comin' down th' ridge On that bright sunshiney day, Merrily hummin' "Ragged Annie," My mind a thousand miles away
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Dick Hays
High Pointin'
Did you ever stop to think about Just everything you see From atop some knoll or mountain, Which ever it may be? Jus stop an' look an' listen, An' let your pony graze.
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Dick Hays
The Mogollon Mountains
Back in the snow clad mountains, The towering Mogollons, Back in the tall rimrocks The mountain lion roams.
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Dick Hays
Th' Big Bug
Now I s'pose you've seen muskateers, But I'll bet they can't compare With th' one I saw in th' mout of th' draw, down on th' Gila, there. Th' earth around him trembled As he wandered
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Dick Hays
Different Men
I'm thinkin' now as I ride along Of th' men I've known that have come an' gone. Some good, some bad, some in between, A lot of different kinds I've seen.
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Dick Hays
Sunset
Have you ever ridden at evening Toward the setting sun, On your favorite little mustang At a careless, wreckless run, In and out among the cactus And the Spanish daggerspears
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Dick Hays
The Ol' Pack Mule
Ol' pack mule, how I hate you An' all your mulish traits, Like tearin' down my fences An' jumpin' over gates. You scatter all my beddin'
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Dick Hays
The Line Rider's Feast
A cowboy came a-ridin' From off a sunbaked range, His Levis stuffed with backpay An' his belly full of pains. He pulled up at th' corner
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Dick Hays
Th' Bull Rider
Th' bull rider stands there by th' chutes, Levis stuffed in low-topped boots, Spur rowels sharp as points of pins, An' braided rope with tape wrapped ends: Little hat with turned down brim
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Dick Hays
Drink
There's been a lot of argument, It's raised a lot of stink, T' difference of opinion, As to what a man should drink. You like your fancy barrooms
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
The Lion Hunt
Now Mr. Mountain Lion Yuh better hunt yerself a hole, 'Cause we're comin' after you Before yer trail gits cold. We've already got yuh pictured
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Dick Hays
Mountains
Far from the cry of the city streets, Were the moutaintops and the clear sky meets, Where the giant pines and the Quaken Ash trees Sway together in the gentle breeze
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Dick Hays
Th' Chuckwagon
Th' cook fans th' fire with his ol' flop hat Cause ther ain't no wood on that windswept flat. Th' rusty ol' axe an' th' worn out file Lay covered up in th' cowchip pile
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Dick Hays
Ol' Mary Jane
Now it's way down beyond th' town At th' end of a shady lane, She's grazin' there in a pasture fair Ol' Jersey, Mary Jane. Let her be praised for all she's raised.
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Dick Hays
Coaley
Now I don't care what hpapens If never more I ride, For all that matters left me When my ol' pony died. I never knew I'd miss him
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Dick Hays
Buck Fever
When you empty up your gun At that big buck you see, And then go there to hang him up, You find an old dead tree. You jump at every racket
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Dick Hays
The Drunkard
Floppy hat and tattered clothes, Fruit jar track around the nose, Firey red, bewhsikered face, And glassy eyes gaze off in space,
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Dick Hays
Slander Slingin' Sue
There's a lady in th' valley Known as Slander Slingin' Sue; She kin tell yuh lots of things That yuh wonder how she knew. Like th' time yuh went a-fishin' An yer wife, she stayed at home,
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Dick Hays
Bachelors
Oh yes, we like our spuds an' beans, With neighbors' chickens in between, An' now an then, to keep our flesh, A T-bone steak so nice an' fresh
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Dick Hays
Noah's Ark
I met a guy the other day, He was happy as a lark, Claimed he was the Captain On a boat called Noah's Ark. Just went on a -tellin'
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Dick Hays
Latigo Slim
Latigo Slim was a ridin' man, Far flung was his fame, From th' sunny beaches of California To th' rockbound coasts of Maine. He'd rode on th' backs of Brahmer bulls
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Dick Hays
The Storm
When the thunderheads loom behind the hill, And it's sultry hot and deathly still, No rustling leaves for the breeze has laid, And the stock is all bushed up in the midday shade,
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Dick Hays
Jose Juan Garcia
I'ma Jose Juan Garcia From the Rio Mimbrees, And I'll tole theese leetle story If you will leesten , pleez. my cows is muey flaco,
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Dick Hays
Little Hiawatha
Little Hiawatha, A warrior brave and true, Paddled on the laughing water With is little birch canoe. there was Minne-Ha-Ha