Исполнитель: | Don Edwards (English) |
Пользователь: | ralph estes |
Длительность: | 130 секунд |
Начальная пауза: | 12 секунд |
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“What’s Become of the Punchers”
What's become of the punchers
We rode with long long ago?
The hundreds and hundreds of cowboys
We all of us used to know?
Sure, some were killed by lightning
Some when the cattle run
And others were killed by our horses
And some by the old six-gun
Those that worked out on the round-up
Those of the branding-pen
Those who went out on that long trail drive
And never to return again
We know of some who have prospered
We know of some who are broke
My old pardner made millions in Denver
While I've got my saddle in soak
Sleeping and working together
And eatin' old "Cussie's good chuck"
Riding in all kinds of weather
Playing in all kinds of luck
And bragging about our top-hosses
Each puncher he's ready to bet
That his horse could outrun the boss'
Or any old horse you could get
Gene Rhodes is among all the high-brows
A-writin' about the West
But I know about lots of doin's
That he never has confessed
And he used to ride 'em careless
Back in the good old days
When we both worked together
Up in the San Andres
Now building big loops we called "blockers"
And spinning the rope in the air
And never a cent in our pockets
Oh, but what did a cow-puncher care?
Now I'm tired of riding this trail, boys
Dead tired of riding alone
Believe I'll head old Button for Texas
And our old Palo Pinto home