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Ranch and Range |
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A COWBOY IN THE CITY
Hain't much diff'rence, as I see, 'Tween the city man an' me; He says a canon or divide, Or lonesomeness o' prairie wide Jes' makes him feel as if the earth Was utterly dee-void of mirth.
Whilst here I stand an' watch the herd A-driftin' by, none say a word To me, or lift a friendly hand, That I might smile an' understand.
It is a law no man can change— Each hoss unto his chosen range; Jes' so, he wants the crowd, the noise, I wants the prairie an' the boys A-stringin' out like wild geese fly When spring roundup's a-passin' by. |
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