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The Cowboy's Dance Song
Tell you what the joys of heaven ain't a cussed cir-
cumstance To the hug-a-mania pleasures of a high-toned dance. When they struck the old cotillion on the music bill
of fare,
Every bit of devil in me seemed to burst out on a tear.
I fetched a cowboy whoop and started in to rag, And cut her with my trotters till the floor began to sag;
Swung my pardner till she got sea-sick and rushed for a seat;'
I balanced to the next one but she dodged me slick and neat—
Tell you what, I shook the creases from my go-to- meeting pants When I put the cowboy trimmings on that high-toned dance.
James Barton Adams. |
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