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
Th' Morning After
A horse wrangler sat on his jailhouse bed With two black eyes an' an achin' head, For he'd been drunk th' nigt before, His body was bruised an' his bones were sore. I've already told th' shape of his eyes
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Me and the Devil
when i die and go to hell What a surprise the Devil will get, Fer he'll find out right quick That he ain't seen nuthin' yet. When he throws me in the lake of fire
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Dick Hays
Rodeo
The crowd has settled down With their popcorn and their gum. The band is blarin' loudly, The grand entry has begun. Horsees, men and horses
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Th' Bareback Ride
"Let's get him out!" a rider said, as he fell upon his back, An' hung his spurs away up front In a big ol' rangy black.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Team Tyin'
Now Bud an' Joe are Texas boys From down next to th' line, Where ropes an' steers are common Even in these modern times.
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Dick Hays
Bulldoggin'
Bulldoggin' or steer wrestlin' are one an' all th' same: No chore for little school boys comin' under either name, No ropes er man-made gimmicks, just bootheels an' his hands,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Bronc Ridin'
A chute gate swung with a mournful groan, An' a-fallin' out came an ol' blue roan With a cowboy a-settin' atop his back, A-ridin' his rein an' a-pullin' th' slack.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Calf Ropin'
Th' calf is in th' chute, th' roper in th' box, Th' flagman at th' barrier, an' th' timer's at th' clocks. Th' piggin' string in th' roper's mouth
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Dick Hays
Th' Clown
Here he comes a-ridin' back-ards, He's quite a funny sight, A buckin' horse in his left hand, A suitcase in his right, Both is spurs a-workin
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Th' Bull Ridin' Dude
It jest so happens that a boy, A bull ridin' friend o' mine, Is laid up with a busted foot That he gathered down th' line. He's got a bull that's comin in
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Deeck Hays
Now, I'm ol' Juan, bot I 'spose you know Because Deeck Hays has tole you so. Now how th' hell he geet so smart, I wish I know jus when he start,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Juan at the Football Game
Now me myself, well I'm ol' Juan An' sixty jears have I been born, Bot in all th' jears that here I be, It's never before that I have see
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Dick Hays
The Horny Toad
Now me ol' Juan set by th' road A-watchin' wan beeg horny toad, While weeteh hees tongue he ketch th' ants That sting like hell when in my pants.
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Dick Hays
Juan at the Rodeo
Now me ol' Juan, I op an' go, Take me myself to th' rodeo To see them cowboys rope an' ride An geet bucked off an' skin hees hide.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
The Carnival
Now me ol' Juan an Jose, Hees pal, We go to see wan carnival, An' at th' gate we pay ten cents To geet inside th' town of tents. An' chore inside ees lots of noise
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
The Airplane Ride
Now me ol' Juan ees go insane An' take a ride on wan airplane. Thees guy that drives, he wants to know Jus' how high Juan wants to go.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
A Night Thought
The world around is sleeping, The stars are bright o'erhead, The shades of myalls weeping Upon the sward are spread.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
The Radio
Now me ol' Juan go hunt Manuel, For to heem wan cow I wan' to sell, An' when i walk op to Manuel's place Well through th' window i see his face
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Dick Hays
The Auto-Mo-Beele
Now Ramon hees leeve jus' 'cross my field, Hees buy heemself beeg aut-mo-beele. Instead of plowin' in hees groun', Hee's all th' time ees ride aroun'.
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Dick Hays
Juan's Uncle Sam
Now me ol' Juan, I meskin man, bot wan good friend to Oncle Sam, An' when ees empty, Sams money sacks, Then me myself go pay my tax.
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
A Song
The sun may shine, the rain may fall, And the world roll round about,-- The king's men and king's horses all Can never rub one thing out.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
The WPA
Now me ol' Juan, th' other day Geet wan job weeth WPA. An' me myself ees no geet tired Because th' work she no ees hard. Jus' lean on shovel all th' day,
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Election Time
Now me ol' Juan ees popular guy An' me myself ees not know why, Bot wan man come in beeg fine car An' geeve to Juan th' good cigar
The Poetry of 'Breaker' Morant
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Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant
A Summer Midnight
Athwart the star-lit midnight sky Luminous fleecy clouds drift by, As the mysterious, pallid moon Sinks in the waveless still lagoon.
From a Cowboy's Point of View
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Dick Hays
Juan's Wife
Now me myself an' my good wife, We leeve together mos' of our life. She patch my clothes an' keep them clean, An' cook for me th' chili an' beans.