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On the Trail of Love |
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A LOTHARIO OF THE RANGE
If Love won't come to me today,
(I meets her at a dance), I'll saddle up an' sift away Across the range, Oh, my turtle dove, An' I ropes fer you that yearlin' Love:
An' it's blue eyes an* golden hair, An' lips that makes me faint,
An' a lovin' way that makes me say: "Dog-gone all cold restraint!"
If Love won't come to me today,
(I sees her back in town), Around this ranch I will not stay; Fer I hears you sigh an' hears you cry: "Without you, boy, I will surely die:"
An' it's black eyes an' blacker hair, An' smiles to make me glad;
An' a desp'rate way that makes me say: "I'll never make you mad."
If Love won't come to me today, (Her old paw keeps a dog), I'll saddle up my bronco gay, An' hit the trail, Oh, I know you're true, An' I comes a-runnin', sweet, to you: |
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