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SONGS OF THE COWBOYS
Back in the day when I was young, I knew a man named Hods;
He was n’t fit fer nothin’ cep turnin’ up the clods.
He was n’t fit fer nothin’ cep turnin’ up the clods.
But he came West in fifty-three behind a pair of mules
And it was hard to tell between the three which was the biggest fools.
And it was hard to tell between the three which was the biggest fools.
Up on the plains old Hods he got — there his trouble began.
Oh, he sure did get in trouble, — and old Hodsie was a man.
Oh, he sure did get in trouble, — and old Hodsie was a man.
He met a bunch of Indian bucks led by Geronimo,
And what them Indians did to him — well, shorely I don’t know.
And what them Indians did to him — well, shorely I don’t know.
But they lifted off old Hodsie’s skelp and left him out to die,
And if it hadn’t been for me, he’d been in the sweet by and by.
And if it hadn’t been for me, he’d been in the sweet by and by.
But I packed him to Santa Fé, and there I found his mules,
For them dad-blamed two critters had got the Indians fooled.
For them dad-blamed two critters had got the Indians fooled.
I don’t know how they done it, but they shore did get away,
And them two is livin’ up to this very day.
And them two is livin’ up to this very day.
Old Hodsie’s feet got toughened up; he got to be a sport;
He opened up a gamblin’ house and a place of low resort;
He opened up a gamblin’ house and a place of low resort;