| Lyrics: | The Tenderfoot
I thought, one morning just for fun,
I'd see how ropin' cows was
done;
So when the roundup had begun
I tackled the cattle king.
He said, "My
foreman's gone to town,
He's in a saloon, his name is Brown
You just go see him,
he'll take you down."
Says I, "That's just the thing."
We went to the ranch the
very next day,
Brown talked to me 'most all the way.
He said "Punchin' cows is nothin' but
play.
T'aint hardly no work at all."
He said," There's nothing to do but ride
It's just like drifting with the tide."
That son of a bitch! Oh how he lied!
He had one hell of a gall.
Sometimes those cattle would make a break
And across the
prairie they would take,
Just like they was running for a stake.
To them it was nothing
but play.
Sometimes they would stumble and fall
Sometimes you couldn't head them
at all
And we'd shoot on like a cannonball
Till the ground came in our
way.
They saddled me up on an old gray hack
With a great big seat stuck on his
back;
They padded him down with a gunny sack
And with my bedroll, too.
When I
got on him, he left the ground
Jumped up in the air, and circled around.
When I
come down, I busted the ground,
I had a Hell of a fall!
They picked me up and
carried me in,
And rubbed me down with a picket pin.
They says," That's the way they all
begin,"
"You're doin' fine", says Brown.
Tomorrow morning, if you don't die
We'll give you another horse to try."
"Say, mister, can't I walk?", says I
Says
Brown, "Yep, back to town."
I've traveled up, I've traveled down,
I've traveled this
wide world all around.
I've lived in city, I've lived in town;
And here's what I've got to
say:
Before you try cowpunching, kiss your wife
Take a lot of insurance on your
life
And cut your throat with a butcher knife.
It's easier that
way.
@cowboy @work
This was copywrited by Paull- Pioneer Music Co., 1932, with
words
credited to D. J. O'Malley. I heard it from my father, who
learned it in the late
1920's. RG
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