FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
53
Riley Neal
School Ma'am On The Flat
McClellan was a cowboy of the wild and wooly west; His horses and his outfit was of the very best; He was an educated fellow, don't take him for a fool; One thing about McClellan, he was handy with his tool.
school teacher, regret, sex, marriage
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
55
Unknown
Texas Ranger's Lament
Come listen to a ranger, you kindhearted stranger, This song though a sad one, you're welcome to hear; We've fought the Comanches away from your ranches And followed them far o'er the Texas Frontier.
texas ranger, protest ballad, complaint
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
58
Unknown
The Child's Prayer
Way out in western Texas not so many years ago, Where the ranchers hated settlers worse than rattlesnakes, you know.
prayer, children, mercy, hope
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
60
Unknown
Jimmie Tucker
Oh, there was a little girl and she lived with her mother, And never on this earth was there such another.
bawdy song, cowboy, sex, disease
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
70
John A. Lomax
The Crooked Trail to Holbrook
Come all you hunky punchers that follow the bronco steer, I'll sing you a verse or two your spirits for to cheer.
cattle drive, trail, fellowship
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
74
Various
Red Light Saloon
I landed in Rawlins and nothing to do, So I took a short walk to the Red Light Saloon.
prostitute, saloon, cigar, flirting
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
77
Randolph Reynolds
Old Zebra Dun
We camp out upon the plains on the head of the Cimarron, Along came a dudish fellow and stopped to augur some. Such an educated fellow we'd seldom ever heard, He astonished all the natives with his jaw-breaking words.
dun, talent, bronco, burro
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
86
Various
The Castration of the Strawberry Roan
I was layin' round town in a house of ill fame, Laid up with a rough, tough hustlin' dame, When a hop-headed pimp with his nose full of coke Beat me outta that woman and left me stone broke.
prostitute, bronco, castration, toss
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
97
Bill Long
The Flyin' U Twister
I was a-bustin' out broncos for the old Flyin' U At forty a month and not much to do, When the boss comes around and says, "My lad, You look pretty good a-bustin' broncos that's bad.
bull, bronco busting, riding, rodeo
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
102
Curley W. Fletcher
Wild Buckaroo
I've been ridin' for cattle most all of my life; I ain't got no fam'ly and I ain't got no wife; I ain't got to kith and I ain't got no kin; I never did finish and I never did begin.
boasting, pride, prowess, sex
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
108
Curley Fletcher
The Open Book
You've been tamped full of shit about cowboys; they are known as a romantic band- Bold knights of the saddle, who round up wild cattle, and roll cigarettes with one hand.
style, cowboys, rodeo
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
118
D. J. O'Malley
The Skewbald Black
I thought one spring, just for fun, I'd see how cowpunching was done, So just as the roundup had begun I tackled the cattle king.
roundup, fall, skewbald
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
123
Unknown
The Old Black Steer
Windy Bill was a Texas lad, but he could rope, you bet. He said the steer he couldn't tie he hadn't saw him yet.
roping, style, steer
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
127
Gail I. Gardner
The Soughrty Peaks
Away up north in the Soughrty Peaks, Where the yellow pines grow tall, Sandy Bob and Rusty Jigs, Had a roundup camp last fall.
bar, devil, torture
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
131
Unknown
They're Down and They're Down
Come all you good people, I pray you draw near, The comical session you're going to hear. The boys of this country they try to advance By courting the ladies and learning to dance. And they're down, down, and they're down.
drunk, dance, date
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
136
Riley Neal
The Buckskin Shirt
I was born in southern Texas and came to Dallas town, And there I took a notion that I would settle down, that I would settle down, And there I took a notion that I would settle down.
love, gambling, cowboy
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
140
Richard J. McGowan
Root, Hog, or Die
I was born in Indiana, a state you all know well, But I moved to Arizona, that country hot as hell; I had a notion in my head, cowpunching I would try, Never thinking what I'd do about my root, hog, or die.
std, prostitute, lust
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
145
Gussie L. Davis
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
The whorehouse bells were ringing, And the pimp stood in the door; He'd had a hard on all day long To screw some dirty whore.
prostitute, sex, postition
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
149
H. D. L. Webster
Lorena
The years creep slowly by, Lorena, The snow is on the grass again; The sun's low down the sky, Lorena, The frost gleams where the flowers have been.
lost love, longing, civil war
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
154
Unknown
My Lula Gal
If you monkey with my Lula gal, I'll tell you what I'll do, I'll carve around your heart with a razor, And I'll shoot you with a shotgun, too, And I'll shoot you with a shotgun, too.
sex appeal, lust, woman
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
160
Riley Neal
Boring For Oil
It's not an uncommon but an unpleasant thing To be asked for a song and nothing to sing; So I'll sing you an old one, if an old one will do, This world, it's been searching for something that's new.
sex, oil, boring
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
163
Unknown
The Banks of My Native Australia
As I walked out on the Oxbury Branch, Where the maids of Australia play their wild pranks, The forest so wide and the trees were so green, [I] stood gazing around at this beautiful scene; On the banks of my native Australia, Where the maidens grow handsome and free.
maiden, swim, slip
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
167
Various
All Night Long
Three old whores in Mexico a-drinking cherry wine, The first one said, "I'll bet your snatch ain't half as big as min."
prostitute, bragging, size
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
169
Unknown
The Gay Cabellero
There once lived a gay caballerio, He lived in an ancient castillio; he played with his trololillio, And the works of his peedle-dum-dee.
disease, spanish, flirt
The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing
Guy Logsdon
FOLK COLL 11 L-46
173
John Wallace "Captain Jack" Crawford
California Joe
Well, mates, I don't like stories, nor am I going to act A part around this campfire that's not a truthful fact. So fill your pipes and listen, I'll tell you - let me see - I think it was in fifty, from that till sixty-three.
scout, rifle, hunting