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PRAIRIE SONGS
Say! that little creature
Got him roped all right; First I knew, a preacher
Had spliced 'em good an' tight.
Now he's gone to farmin'
Way off from the range. Says his place is charmin';
Lord, he's gettin' strange!
No more pal to cheer me
Ridin' herd at night; No more comrade near me,
Game fer fun or fight.
One coat did fer cover
Cold nights when it stormed,
But them nights is over;
"Rawhide" Smith's reformed! |
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