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A Philosophical Cowboy 
A Philosophical Cowboy 
On the Double Circle Range where the grass grows green The cattle get wild and the broncs get mean And the calves get bigger as the days go by, So we got to keep a-rimming, boys, it's root hog or die. 
If you ride them out of horses you've got to keep them shod If you can't shoe them standing then lay them on the sod You can tack the iron on them if you're a mind to try So get busy, boys, for it's root hog or die. 
In the morning after breakfast about daylight; Throw your saddle on a horse and pull your cinches tight Your bronc may jump crooked or he may jump high But we all got to ride them, boys, it's root hog or die. 
Oh, the hills are rough and rocky but we got to make the drive When you start a bunch of cattle you better come alive If you ever get a maverick you must get him on the fly So you better take to them, boys, it's root hog or die. 
When the long day is over you'll be glad to see the chief With a pot of black coffee and another full of beef And some sour dough biscuits to take the place of pie When he hollers, "Come and git it," it's root hog or die. 
In the middle of the night it is sometimes awful hard To leave your warm blankets when you're called on guard And you pass the weary moments while the stars are in the sky Humming to the cattle, boys, it's root hog or die. 
Sometimes it's dreadful stormy and sometimes it's pretty clear You may work a month and you might work a year But you can make a winning if you'll come alive and try For the whole world over, boys, it's root hog or die. 
From Cowboy and Western Songs, Fife and Fife oct96