| Lyrics: | Andrew:
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman
should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other likes to chase a cow,
But
that's no reason why they cain't be friends.
Territory folks should stick
together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's
daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
All:
Territory folks should stick
together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's
daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
Farmer:
I'd like to say a word
fer the farmer,
Eller:
Well, say it!
Farmer:
He come out west and made a
lot of changes
Man:
That's right!
Will:
He come out west and built a lot
of fences,
Curly:
And built 'em right across our cattle
ranges.
Cowboy:
Why don't you dirt strangers go back to Missouri where you
belong?
Will:
We got just as much right here!
Farmer:
Shut up!
The
farmer a good in criticism
No matter what the cowman says or thinks
You seldom see 'im
drinkin' in a bar room
Curly:
Unless someboy else's buyin'
drinks
Andrew:
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and
the cowman should be friends.
The cowman ropes a cow with ease,
The farmer steals her
butter and cheese,
That's no reason why they cain't be friends
Men:
Yeep
yeep!
All:
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be
pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
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