A Cowboy’s Love Song

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A Cowboy’s Love Song

Oh, the last steer has been branded

And the last beef has been shipped,

And I’m free to roam the prairies

That the round-up crew has stripped;

I’m free to think of Susie⁠—

Fairer than the stars above⁠—

She’s the waitress at the station

And she is my turtle dove.

Biscuit-shootin’ Susie⁠—

She’s got us roped and tied;

Sober men or woozy

Look on her with pride.

Susie’s strong and able,

And not a one gits rash

When she waits on the table

And superintends the hash.

Oh, I sometimes think I’m locoed

An’ jes fit fer herdin’ sheep,

’Cause I only think of Susie

When I’m wakin’ or I’m sleep.

I’m wearin’ Cupid’s hobbles,

An’ I’m tied to Love’s stake-pin,

And when my heart was branded

The irons sunk deep in.

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I take my saddle, Sundays⁠—

The one with inlaid flaps⁠—

And don my new sombrero

And my white angora chaps;

Then I take a bronc for Susie

And she leaves her pots and pans

And we figure out our future

And talk o’er our homestead plans.

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