Love Lyrics of a Cowboy + 

It hain’t no use fer me to say + 

There’s others with a style an’ way + 

That beats hers to a fare-you-well, + 

Fer, on the square, I’m here to tell + 

I jes can’t even start to see + 

But what she’s perfect as kin be. + 

Fer any fault I finds excuse⁠— + 

I’ll tell you, pard, it hain’t no use + 

Fer me to try to raise a hand, + 

When on my heart she’s run her brand. + 

The bunk-house ain’t the same to me; + 

The bunch jes makes me weary⁠—Gee! + 

I never knew they was so coarse⁠— + 

I warps my face to try to force + 

A smile at each old gag they spring; + 

Fer I’d heap ruther hear her sing + 

“Sweet Adeline,” or softly play + 

The “Dream o’ Heaven” that-a-way. + 

Besides this place, most anywhere + 

I’d ruther be⁠—so she was there. + 

She called me “dear,” an’ do you know, + 

My heart jes skipped a beat, an’ though + 

I’m hard to feaze, I’m free to yip + 

My reason nearly lost its grip. + 

She called me “dear,” jes sweet an’ slow, + 

An’ lookin’ down an’ speakin’ low; + 

An’ if I had ten lives to live, + 

With everything the world could give, + 

I’d shake ’em all without one fear + 

If ’fore I’d go she’d call me “dear.” + 

You wonders why I slicks up so + 

On Sundays, when I gits to go + 

To see her⁠—well, I’m free to say + 

She’s like religion that-a-way. + 

Jes sort o’ like some holy thing, + 

As clean as young grass in the spring; + 

An’ so before I rides to her + 

I looks my best from hat to spur⁠— + 

But even then I hain’t no right + 

To think I look good in her sight. + 

If she should pass me up⁠—say, boy, + 

You jes put hobbles on your joy; + 

First thing you know, you gits so gay + 

Your luck stampedes and gits away. + 

An’ don’t you even start a guess + 

That you’ve a cinch on happiness; + 

Fer few e’er reach the Promised Land + 

If they starts headed by a band. + 

Ride slow an’ quiet, humble, too, + 

Or Fate will slap its brand on you. + 

The old range sleeps, there hain’t a stir. + 

Less it’s a night-hawk’s sudden whir, + 

Or cottonwoods a-whisperin while + 

The red moon smiles a lovin’ smile. + 

An’ there I set an’ hold her hand + 

So glad I jes can’t understand + 

The reason of it all, or see + 

Why all the world looks good to me; + 

Or why I sees in it heap more + 

Of beauty than I seen before. + 

Fool talk, perhaps, but it jes seems + 

We’re ridin’ through a range o’ dreams; + 

Where medder larks the year round sing, + 

An’ it’s jes one eternal spring. + 

An’ time⁠—why time is gone⁠—by gee! + 

There’s no such thing as time to me + 

Until she says, “Here, boy, you know + 

You simply jes have got to go; + 

It’s nearly twelve.” I rides away, + 

“Dog-gone a clock!” is what I say. + 