FOLK COLLECTION 11: The Skaggs Foundation Cowboy Poetry Collection
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The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
Child of The Desert
My father stood about six foot four, his hands were square and brown He got in a fight in a bar one night and the police shot him down
desert, bar, difficulty
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
66
Dave Stamey
The Dude Wrangler
Somewhere around the beginning of the twentieth century, ranchers made a shocking discovery: you could make more money selling the idea of the West to tourists from Hoboken and Elmira and New York and Cleveland than you could raising cattle.
tourist, wrangler, cowboy
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
71
Dave Stamey
Dude String Trail
I run myself a dude string out here on the eastern slope I got horses and mules and swayback nags And I've dang near given up hope
dude ranch, tourist, families
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
73
Dave Stamey
Riding Another Circle
I've got to put some miles behind It's the best correction for a worried mind So I'm riding another circle The summer range is turning brown
colts, circle, range
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
76
Dave Stamey
Some Honky-Tonk History
In the late seventies, if you wanted to listen to live music, you had to go to a dark, loud place where neon Pabst Blue Ribbon signs hung in the windows, where there were round laminate cocktail tables with ashtrays and red glass candle holders covered in plastic mesh, a place that smelled of spilled beer and cigarette smoke and Old Spice cologne.
band, entertainer, country music
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
80
Dave Stamey
If I Had a Horse
Now, if I had a horse, a big white flashy horse I wouldn't be the kind of guy I appear to be I'd be different, I'd be better, a hero right down to the letter And all them pretty women would be after me
horse, fame, cowboy
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
83
Dave Stamey
Campfire Waltz
At a camp at the edge of a meadow, where the water runs glassy and clean The horses are turned out and grazing there on the grass so tall and so green
waltz, camping, serenade
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
86
Dave Stamey
The Bandit Joaquin
From the broken hills of Mexico, where we took the horses we stole To Sonora in the California mines, where you gringos dig for gold
mexico, bandit, theft
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
89
Dave Stamey
The Talking Bronc Ballet Blues
At a hack stable or a branding pen, anyplace you might find bowlegged men Ask any old hand, he's bound to say He's got the answer to the bronc ballet If your pony breaks in two, there's certain things you need to do
bronco, bucked, ride
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
Montana Summers
Black and white photographs of old men in Stetsons On horses that had been dead for years Though time had gone by, nearly seventy winters Her memories were still bright and clear
history, summer, memory
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
Cowboy Moon
The evening shadows sway, and the night breezes seem to say The best way to end the day is riding 'neath a cowboy moon Starlight in the desert sky puts a little twinkle in your eye Couldn't get the blues if you tried, riding 'neath a cowboy moon
moon, night, song
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
The Skies of Lincoln Country
My name is William Bonney and I have some things to tell All about my life and death and the way things are in hell And the lies they told about me after Garrett shot me down In New Mexico, in 1881
outlaw, lies, sky
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
101
Dave Stamey
My Journey Back to You
One month I worked a haying crew near the Fresno Country Line Nights were cheap tequila and Mogen David wine I rode horses for a one-eyed preacher lived outside of Reno
travel, hay, longing
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
104
Dave Stamey
Spin That Pony
Old Mike Hernandez was a bueno vaquero Rode some good horses Californio style I watched him for hours and he showed me a little Of the old California he knew for a while
pony, rodeo, outfit
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
A Pan Full of Dust
Listen, boys, I'll tell you how it is in California Listen I been here since '49 you broke your back to get here before all the gold was gone
mine, gold, panning, digging
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
The Trail Took Me Away
I remember how the wind burned my face and my hands I remember how the dust rose so far above the land I remember how my mama cried when I saddled up to go And my father told me, son, just be a man
family, regret, drinking
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
John Reese, Writer
His name was John Henry Reese, and he was born in Sweetwater, Nebraska, a place that almost isn't there anymore. When I met him in 1973 or 1974, he was sixty-three years old, but life had twisted him way beyond that age.
writer, short stories, movies
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
The Mark Twain Museum
The old guy said it was five bucks apiece to go down into the museum. I winced but handed over the money. This was a pilgrimage, after all; you couldn't really put a price on such things. I asked for a receipt.
newspaper, museum, floor
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
Come Ride with Me
Come ride with me, it's time to saddle up and ride away There's so much to see, don't worry, I know the trails, I know the way I caught a gentle horse, his eyes are big and brown He's ready to carry you the whole world 'round
ride, wilderness, horse
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
In Old McGee Canyon
Have you seen ol' Dick? He rode in this morning Rode in from Nevada, four hundred miles His horses are gaunted, and he's looking rough Says he's had enough, he'll camp here a while
meadow, mountains, wishing
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
125
Dave Stamey
Desert Winds
I said goodbye to my mother, to my father and all the other friends I knew I headed west to seek my fortune, to chase the foolish dream that has no end And I climbed the far blue mountains, higher than any tree could grow I never found the gold and silver, all I did was stumble down the other side
family, desert, wandering
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
Sharon Little Hawk
Sharon Little Hawk, where did you go? Tomboy girl with coal black eyes I see you in that schoolyard walking through the snow Underneath a Montana sky
girl, lost, native americans
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
Dusty Road
I like a dusty road, cattle guards and cottonwoods by the stream I like a dusty road with hills in the distance calling me See the horses in the morning when the air is soft and gold If they want to find me, they can find me Down a dusty road
road, cattle, dust
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
The Mission Bell
We came to the mission; they promised us food The men there said we should stay and learn to do good They said the land belonged to God now, and we must all obey They taught us to make adobe brick And how to kneel and pray
mission, native americans, culture
The First Twenty Five Years: Songs and Stories
Dave Stamey
FOLK COLL 11 S-76
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Dave Stamey
Geronimo's Children
Geronimo's great grandson sold pictures at a roadside stand Pictures of the old chief from a lawn chair in the sand His truck was parked behind the tent, the traffic rolled on by He handed me the picture, and looked me in the eye
picture, honor, survival