FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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Cowboys & Dog Tales
FC 11 O-8
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Tim O'Byrne
N/A
Fall works of 1991 went off with all the usual hullabaloo one would expect. What with various catastrophes, some major and some minor, it all came together in normal fashion.
FC 11 M-60
1
Wallace McRae
The World Pile
"You need to write a poem about cowboy words," Jack Bradley said. I usually resolve any suggestions, or new ideas, by arguing against them until the whole subject is fully considered.
Winter Wages
FC 11 H-51
2
Barney Hill
N/A
Well cowboys don't really fear the water they just figger most people use moren they otter.
Winter Wages
FC 11 H-51
5
Barney Hill
Cowboy Hats
You've seen em I know both skinny and fat inside or out a wearin their hat.
Winter Wages
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Barney Hill
Soap n Water
The sheepherders were a different lot some were clean and some were not some could cook a lamb in a stew and make it mighty pleasin to chew.
Winter Wages
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Barney Hill
Cowboys
I've known cowboys that couldn't read I've known some that couldn't write I've seen em in the saddle at sun up and not make it to bed that night.
Winter Wages
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Barney Hill
Irl and the Gunslinger
Years ago in the foothills of Idaho I was ridin, furthin the cowboy myth with a buckaroo, call his first name Joe.
Winter Wages
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18
Barney Hill
Feedin Cows
Now I'm atellin you this in confidence You'll think that I'm plum crazy but I love a feedin cows when the days are cold and hazy.
Winter Wages
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20
Barney Hill
The Misplace Buckaroo
My friends I'm gonna tell you a story you know it's purt near true bout a fella purty close to me I call him the mis placed buckaroo
Winter Wages
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Barney Hill
Oren and the Bear
Young Oren, Buster, and little Joe was a ridin makin summer wages aroundin up ole mossy horns that in a zoo woulda been in cages
Winter Wages
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Barney Hill
Horse Deals
I had nothin to do just time to kill so I went to town on sale day I's doin just fine asittin on my hands when they ran in this fine lookin hay
Winter Wages
FC 11 H-51
41
Barney Hill
My Prayer
Well howdy Lord its me again seems as if I'm always apestern but Lord I'm sure a sinful man my insides are afestern.
Just More Thinking
FC 11 S-69
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Blaze
A little chestnut sorrel horse, With the whites showin' strong in his eyes. Many times he throwed me, Right straight up toward the skies.
Just More Thinking
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Georgie Connell Sicking
That Old Black Cow
Toward the end of the Big Depression I couldn't tell you how. The government got some money, And bought our drouth-stricken cows.
Just More Thinking
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6
Georgie Connell Sicking
Once A Top A Horse
Old Topper, you've been a pal to me, Many are the miles you've went, To see the cattle with me.
Just More Thinking
FC 11 S-69
8
Georgie Connell Sicking
After The Summer Rains
Did you ever ride the desert rangeland, After the summer rains? Feel the air so warm and moist, See cattle on the gain.
Just More Thinking
FC 11 S-69
10
Georgie Connell Sicking
In A Mountain Shack Alone
You're all alone in a mountain shack, Many miles from town. Tis the fall of the year, And you can hear the leaves fall softly down.
Just More Thinking
FC 11 S-69
12
Georgie Connell Sicking
To A Pal
Old pal, I have left you, I have strayed from your range. Someting happened, That made me change.
Just More Thinking
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13
Georgie Connell Sicking
To Be A Top Hand
When I was a kid and doing my best to Learn ways of our land, I thought mistakes were never made by A real top hand.
Just More Thinking
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15
Georgie Connell Sicking
Snow Storm
Snow on the ground, cold wind a'blowin', Been at it all night and it's still snowin'. Twenty-five miles cross the country to home, Got to ride it today, got to ride all alone.
Just More Thinking
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18
Georgie Connell Sicking
Doctoring Worms
You have had some stormy weather, Some good old summer rain. The grass is draggin' on your stirrups, And cattle on the gain.
Just More Thinking
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Just A Little Feller
He was just a long-legged baby, When his mammy ran away, She left him there on the range alone, On a sunny day in May.
Just More Thinking
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Old Tuff
Old Tuff was a catch dog, used where manzanita and oak brush were thick. We used him on wild cattle, some of their hides were slick.
Just More Thinking
FC 11 S-69
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Georgie Connell Sicking
No Life For A Lady
Afer ridin' all day in the hot summertime, It is evenin' and canyons are shady. This is the time I begin to believe that cowboyin' Is no life for a lady.
Just More Thinking
FC 11 S-69
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Georgie Connell Sicking
Jim Bennett
I once knew a little old feller, Jim Bennett was his name. He was known in all the cow camps For his story-tellin' fame.