Posted by: Oklahoma Sun | March 14, 2010

The Texas Cowboy.

The Texas Cowboy.

Anonymous. The Journal of American Folk-Lore, 1913.


I AM a roving cowboy just off the Texas plain,
My trade is cinching saddles, and pulling bridle-reins;
I can throw a lasso, I can throw it with my ease,
I can rope a broncho, and ride him where I please.

My bosses they all like me, they say I can’t be beat,
For I gave them all the bold stand-off,—you know I’ve got the cheek.
It’s true I work for wages, I take my pay in gold,
But I’m bound to follow the long-horn cows until I get too old.

I once did love a little girl, I loved her with my heart,
I would have worked and supported her, and taken her for my part;
But when I made a little stake, and married thought we’d be,
The prettiest girl in this wide world went square back on me.

It almost broke my heart when she was taken away,
She fell in love with another gent, and cursed be the day!
But I will cheer up my courage now, and love another one,
But I’ll punch the cows on the Lone Star trail until my race is run.

Adieu, kind friends, I’ll leave you now. You see I am bound to roam,
Leave my dear old sweetheart, two sisters and a home.
But when I am on the Lone Star trail, I’ll ofttimes think of thee,
I will ofttimes think of the pretty girl that went square back on me.
—Arthur Bivins, Bismarck, N. Dak.