grand-ole-osprey

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more, So he fell asleep with a troubled brain, To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train The engine with murderous blood was damp, And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp for fuel was shoveling bones, While the furnace rang with a thousand groans The boiler was filled with lager beer, And the Devil himself was the engineer; The passengers were a most motley crew Church member, atheist, Gentile and Jew Rich men in broadcloth, beggars in rags, Handsome young ladies, withered old hags, Yellow and black men, red, brown and white, All chained toge

I been ridin' fer cattle the most of my life I ain't got no fam'ly, I ain't got no wife I ain't got no kith an' I ain't got no kin I allus'll finish what e'er I begin I rode down ter Texas where the cowboys're tall The State's pretty big, but the hosses're small Fer singin' to cattle I'm hard ter outdo I'm a high-lopin' cowboy an' a wild buckeroo I rode in Montana an' in Idaho I rode fer Terrazas in old Mexico I roped mountain lion an' big grizzly bear I use cholla cactus fer combin' my hair I cross the dry deserts, no water between I rode through Death Valley without no canteen At ridin' dry deserts I'm hard ter outdo I'm a high-lopin' cowb