Western Melodies

Give me a "Home On The Range" Where my granpa once roamed Out on the lone prairie From "Deep In The Heart Of Texas" He cummed up the trail Following the "Cowboys Dream" All the way to "The Chisholm Trail" There "At The Cowboys Dance" He met "Sweet Betsy From Pike" And danced with "The Buffalo Gals" Early next morn he hit the saddle once more Headed for "Cripple Creek" "The Yellow Rose Of Texas" And "San Antonio Rose" He met on the "Streets Of Loredo" In "Red River Valley" He met that "Red River Gal" Headed for the "Lone Star Trail" This "Texas Cowboy" Hit a new trail "Way Out In Idaho" But when "Windy Bill" gave him a taste of "Life In A Prairie Shack" He jumped on "Old Paint" and did leave. He headed north to "Dakota Land" Where his last years he did spend Proudly he'd boast "I'm An Old Cowhand" And sits and tells them his tales. Of the "Grand Roundup" as he rode "Wild Buckaroo" When "Down In The Valley" he ranched. But tears filled his gray eyes As he told of "Little Joe The Wrangler" On the "Trail Of The Lonesome Pine" When "The Work's All Done This Fall" "Git Along Little Doggies" he'll say It's about time for the "Last Round-Up" Which is the "Dying Cowboy's" dream. Cile Beer