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Wandering Cowboy 
Wandering Cowboy 
We was layin' on the prairie at French ranch one night Out heads was on our saddles an' our fires a-burnin' bright Some was tellin' stories and some was singin' songs An some was idly smokin' while the hours rolled along. 
cho: It's a low an' painted cottage So far from it we roam I'd give my pony and saddle To be at home, sweet home. 
The boy was young an' handsome, though his face wore a look of care His eyes was the color of heavenly blue an' he had wavy light hair We asked him why he left his home if it was so dear to him He looked at the ground for a moment, his eyes with tears was dim. 
Then raisin' his head he brushed away a tear an' looked the rough
 crowd o'er He says, Well boys, I'll tell you why I left the Kansas shore. I fell in love with a neighbor girl. Her cheeks was soft and white. Another feller loved her too, so it ended in a fight. 
But oh it makes me shudder for to think of that sad night When Tom an' me first quarreled an' I struck him with my knife. In dreams I still can hear Tom's voice when he fell to the ground
 and said Bob, old boy, you'll be sorry when you see me layin' here dead. 
I fell to the ground beside him an' tried for to stop the blood Which was so fastly flowing from his side in a crimson flood So now you know the reason why I am compelled to roam A murderer of deepest dye so far away from home. 
DT #798 Laws B7 From Randolph, Ozark Folksongs, vol 2 Collected from Mrs. Stephens of White Rock MO in 1928 SOF oct96