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When The Works All Done This Fall

A group of jolly cowboys discusing plans at ease
Says one I’ll tell you something boys if you will listen please
I am an old cow puncher and tho here Im dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and take on great big jogs
But Ive got a home boys a good one you all know
Although I haven’t seen it since very long ago
But Im going back to [Dixie] once more to see them all
I’m going to see my mother when the works all done this fall

After the round ups over after the shippings done
Im going straight home boys ere all my moneys gone
Ive changed my ways boys no more will I fall
And Im going home to mother when the works all done this fall
When I left my home boys my mother for me cried
She begged me not to go boys for me she would have died
Mothers heart is breaking its breaking for me thats all
So Im going to see my mother when the works all done this fall

That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard
The weather it was strong and raining very hard
The cattle they got frightened and rushed a wild stampede
The cowboy tried to herd them while riding at full speed
While riding in the darkness so loudly he did shout
The saddle horse did stumble and on him did fall
And he’ll not see his mother when the works done this fall

His body was so mangled
The boys all through him dead
They picked him up so gently and laid him on his bed
He opened wide his blue eyes and looking all around
He motioned to his comrads to sit near him on the ground
Boys send my mother my wages the wages I have earned
For Im afraid boys my last star that I have turned
Im going to a new range I hear my masters call
And I’ll not see my mother when the works all done this fall

Joe take my saddle Bill you take my bed
Pete you take my pistol after I am dead
Think of them kindly as you gaze up on them all
And give my love to mother when the works all done next fall
Poor Charlie was burried at sunrise no toombstone at his head
Nothing but a little board and this is what it said
Poor Charlie died at daybreak he died from a fall
And he’ll not see his mother when the works all done this fall

The Tenderfoot

Thought one spring that just for fun, Id see how cowpunching was done
And when the round up had begun I tackled a cattle king
Says he my foreman is in town
Hes at the Plaza his name is Brown
If you see him he will take you down
Says I thats just the thing

We started for the ranch next day
Brown sugared me most all the way
He said that punching was only play
That it was no work at all
That all you had to do was ride
Twas only drifting with the tide
The son-of-a-fun oh how he lied
He certainly had his gall

He put me in charge of a cowyard
And told me not to work to hard
That all I had to do was guard
The horses from getting away
I had one-hundred and sixty head
I sometimes wished that I was dead
When one got away Browns head turned red
And there was the devil to pay

Sometimes one would make a break
Across the prarie he would take
As if running for a stake
It seemed to them but play
Sometimes I couldn’t heard them at all
Sometimes my horse would catch and fall
And Id shoot on like a cannon ball
Till the earth came in my way

They saddled me up on an old grey back
With two set fasts on his back
They padded him down with a gunny sack
And used my bedding all
When I got on he left the ground
went up in the air and turned around
And I came down on busted the ground
I got an awful fall

They picked me up and carried me in
And rubbed me down with an old stick pin
Thats the way they all begin
Your doing well says Brown
And in the morning if you don’t die
I’ll give you another horse to try
Oh say can’t I walk says I
Says he yes back to town

I have travelled up and I have travelled down
I’ve travelled this country round and round
Ive lived in the city and Ive lived in town
And I’ve got this much to say
before you try cowpunching kiss your wife
Take a heavy insurance on your life
Then cut your throat with a carving knife
for it easier done that way