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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS
Stirred up in chile sauce
In my little adobe casa on the plains.
In my little adobe casa on the plains.
But if some dark-eyed mujer
Would consent to be my wife,
I would try to be contented and remain
’Til fate should show a better place
To settle down for life
Than this little adobe casa on the plains.
Would consent to be my wife,
I would try to be contented and remain
’Til fate should show a better place
To settle down for life
Than this little adobe casa on the plains.
THE LITTLE COW-GIRL
By N. Howard Thorp
Daddy come from Brownsville,
En Maw from San Antone;
We come here in a wagon
That ud rock en squeak en groan;
En Maw from San Antone;
We come here in a wagon
That ud rock en squeak en groan;
We brought our stock en horses;
The Boys come on afore;
En Dad was playin’ all the way
“Old Turkey in the Straw”!
The Boys come on afore;
En Dad was playin’ all the way
“Old Turkey in the Straw”!
There’s me en Sister Annie,
En Tom, en Si, en Budd;
We all was raised with cattle,
So I guess it’s in our blood;
En Tom, en Si, en Budd;
We all was raised with cattle,
So I guess it’s in our blood;
En I shore love the dances —
Folks say I take after Maw —
When Dad takes down his fiddle
En plays “Turkey in the Straw”!
Folks say I take after Maw —
When Dad takes down his fiddle
En plays “Turkey in the Straw”!
