Cowboy Songs
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Old Time Songs Old rattbful. Hurry up ol' felJer. for the mooa Is yeller tonleht Hurry up lor the moon is mellow and bright, iSongs^Long Ago Thero s the coyote howling to the moon above. So carry me back to the one I love. Se>lr)j' 'urry up ol' feller, cause we got to get home tonight. Says^Uf'Tl! tell you something, boys, H CHORUS. Ol' faithful, we've rode the range to gether I M'V. a tough one knd io Ol' faithful In every kind of weather " big jags. When your roundup days are over There'll be pasture white with clover .•But I have got a home. boys, a good one, Uy, march 6, 1940. For you ol' faithful pal o' mine. Alth^S^h^l Keh-t It eince long, long Hurry up ol' feller, for the moon Is yeller rm lolng back to Dixie once more to see tonight Songs of Long Ago Hurry up for the moon la mellow and rm 'goin«''"o see rny, mother when the bright. work's ail done this fall- Fnd of the Trail. There's a coyote howling to the moon There's a picture ih a gall'ry. that seemi above .'After the round-up's over, after the shlP- So carry me back to the one I love An Indfan^ on^ ii'^pi'nto, called th» tndlnf Hurry up ol' feller cause we-'got to get rm SI » straight home. boys, all of the trail: , „ home tonight. As I gaze upon the picture iB a dreamy Gota to get home tonight, . I have' SgedTy'VaVS. boys, no more sort of way. I see the Indian moving, it seems, I near , Sent in by Mrs. Orvilie Banks, Gar- work's all done this laii.'.r". "■ him say: field. w.-ish. CHORUS. "When I left my home. boys, my mother | Head bowed down, a setting sun, My horse is weary, day's work done, J., bo,,. .0, mo »b.| We have come to the end of the trail. Day is dying in the west, M, 'if l.o.bi»,. b,.oMb» Death's not easy, but God knows best. I . lor me. that s all. when the We have coma to the end of the trail. Songs of Long Ago fall.?' Tom-toms beat a mournful dirge, There's no moon in the sky. Tom-toms need you tell me that my time The Yellow Rose of Texas. That very night this cowboy went out to has come to die? There's a yellow rose in Texas Shadows deepen, night is falling. That I am golns to see. Hear the coyote's mate a-calllng. Wo other darky knows her. We have come to the end of the trail. No darky only me. "of&tenoi ..d r.d She cried so when 1 left her . Bent in by Rosemary Morfl, Locke. It JiKe to broke my heart. ' H. Lrwiirto '«'« And If ever I find her ' at lull speed. Wnsh. We never more will part. While riding In the darkness so loud he CHORUS. Trylng^Wst to head them apd turn the Sh^ the sweetest rose of color This darky ever knew Her eyes are bright as diamonds, His saddle ttc did stumble and on him \Songs of Long Ago' They sparkle like the dew. ■ Now'he'^lf nev« see his mother when the "My Pinto Pony and 1." your dearest Mayl woU's all done this fall. r Oh carry me over the wide desert sands And sine of Rosa Lee. ' liTo'tha mountain peaks touching the sky. But the yellow rose of 'Texas His body was-50 mangled the boys all 'Together we'll search for the cows Kone Beats.the belles of Tennessee. astray. My pinto pony and I. ^ere the Rio Grande is flowing nd the starry skies are bright He 5i?ne°d" wld. W- CHORUS. jf w,-»lks along the river Ki yip-pi, ylp-pi yo heigh ho, heigh ho. ,_e.A the quiet summer night, Kl yip-pi, yip-pi yo heigh hi. rshe thinks if I remember HO •""" Singing a song of our life on the ranee. When wo parted long ago. My pinto pony and I. I promised to borne back again •Boys, send mother my w«,ges for I am And not to leave her so. I The canyon turns gold when the sun's My last'^steer has been turned. I'm going 1 in the west. ^ I And now I'm going to find her • ^ a new range. Overhead the bald eagle flies high. For my heart Is full of woe I hear my Mastw ^ther *hen the We'll find the stray cattle and build a I And we'll sing the songs together dolte^tgls fall. camp fire. My pinto pony and I. |WeI.. 11 play theso longbanlo ago.gaily As we sing the songs of yore, "Fred, you take my saddle, George, you When duek overtakes us and day fades -bd the yellow rose of Texas . take my bed. , , t am dead. away. Shall be mine forevermore. [And the bats, like spirits, fly by. Si [we'll listen to coyoai'es sing to the moon. !f„. .MO the .orb', [My pinto pony and I. ] all.done this fall. Sent in by Mrs. Stella Hcndrcn, Kamlali, | I Idaho. Gold Mine in the Sky.' POO, Ch.ni. dlod .1 .U«-"P. »o toffb«'°»o There's a gold mine in the .sky far awa.v. ■Ho™L'"'bff MO"' " We will find it- you and I. some sweet day. There'll,be clover iusi for you down the .■Cbiife'diod "■■d.rtroob, M dlod I,™ line Where the skies Ate glways blue, pal of mine. Take your time, old mule, I know you're 1 s.ol in b, MU. Morv Bvdb, Edmool., growing lame. Idaho. But you'll pasture in the stars, when we I Going Back tp Texas. - strike that claim. And we'll sit up there and watch the IStarted out from Texas ® world roll by IStarted out to m.ake that's When we find that long lost gold mine In I Going back to Texas .with a Mart that 8 the sky. Far away, far away. Imp weary feel a°r"'gettin' m^ty lame. We will find that long lost gold' mine some sweet day Chorus: ^ And we'll say "hello" to the friends who Gotn' back where the.Jong.horned cattle said "eoodby" When we find that long lost gold mine WhereTou^ best friend is your, broncho In the sky Songs of Long Ago' Far sway, far away, in the sky. Mr Little Buckaroe. I'll nev^r^ mbrl"be leavln- mP old Texae Close your sleepy eyes, sent in by Doris Harden. Orofino. Ida- . My little buckaroo. For Iknow'my ramblin''days are done. ho; Miss Laura Blrcher. Marcus. Wash. i| While the light of western skies Is shining down on you. All around this city I couldn'tr find a Don't you know it's time for bed? Another day is through, Longing fSr'just an? 0" it's So go to sleep, Never mind your. city, I don t neea u s My little buckaroo. Don't you realize. •cause^I'm%ng back home to roam no hngs of Long Agc^ My little buckaroo, more. Sweet Prairie Rose. It was from a little acorn That the oak tree grew. Give me back my saddle, give me back • on the prairie there grows, And remember that your dad iTjeautlful, sweet prairie rose; Was once a kid like you. Give me ba& that good old bronc of 1 Blooming in loveliness, So go to sleep. [Tender and fair, My little buckaroo. _ ' , Give me"back the camp fire when the [Sweet prairie rose so fair. Mm mm. mm. mm; (Hum this.) CHOR"U3. Soon you're gonna ride the range Let me*^l?ear the°lonesome cattle whine. I'jvweet prairie rose, .. Like grown-up cowboys do. Let me view that prairie many rniles away. You're the sweetest flower that grows, Now it's time that you Were rounding up a dream or two. Let me see that sunset, in the west. Life without you "Cause my heart Is weary longin for the [Wo'dld be empty and blue. So go to slecp- I Sweet prairie rose. My little buckaroo. [You're the one my fond heart chose, When I^Low I'll find that peaceful rest. J Precious one. come by my own, Sent In .by Mrs. Clifford T. Hayden, Lib- —Srnl In by Mrs. Stella Hendren, Kamlah, luy little prairie rose. by, Mont. Cheyenne, out in old Wyoming long ago, Old-Time Songs t\ here coyoleB lurk while night wnlds howl and blow; A cowboy's lusty voice rang out "Helin " started in IO4.3, but lately so many departmentreQueete have -when rom^ the in column n^xri fmnt-J !I And echoed through the vallev down beloVf. this old cowboy song that we are publishing It. The latest r?tm^ ^ Anewercd back a maiden's voice so thie song -was from Robert Weaver of Yelm, Wash. OwIn^ eweet and clear, » but one song is printed this week. wwing to the length. Cowboy threw his hot up in the air. bftld he. "I'm going to take you right irtofa Carl. her bhlMce. away from here: And' 80 you ask. niy little friend, Cheyenne, thoy say, Is miles from here. Why I'm silent, sad and still; "i 'I'* *IW.