- Lone Star Trail
LONE STAR TRAIL
Oh, I'm a lonely cowboy and I'm off the Texas trail,
My trade is cinchin' saddles and pullin' bridle reins.
For I can twist a lasso with the greatest skill and ease,
Or rope and ride a bronco most anywhere I please.
Oh, I love the rollin' prairie that's far from trail and strife,
- Boots and Saddles
"Take Me Back To My Boots And Saddle"
Take me back to my boots and saddle
Whoa-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ah-ooh
Let me see that gen'ral store
Let me ride that range once more
Gimme my boots and my saddle
- Coyotes
Was a cowboy I knew in south Texas
His face was burnt deep by the sun
Part history, part sage, part mesquit
He was there when Pancho Villa was young
And he'd tell you a tale of the old days
When the country was wild all around
Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way
- Little Joe, The Wrangler
Little Joe the wrangler he'll wrangle never more
His days with the remuda they're all done
It was long about last April he rode into our camp
Just a little Texas stray and all alone
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw
In his brogan shoes and coveralls a harder lookin' kid
You never in you life have seen before
- The Habit
The Habit
Poem by Berton Braley, Music & additional Lyrics by Don Edwards
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I beat my way wherever any winds have blown
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I've bummed along from Portland down to San Antone
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