Chirpin Tom

Chirpin Tom was quite a feller He was always straight and true He could sing a song and make the cowboys moo. No, he wasn't much for fightin' And his gun was seized with rust But when crossed there had been bodies in the dust. No, old Chirpin wasn't perfect But he'd sing the cows to sleep He could sing so good the flies would up and weep. Chirpin's horse was Double Thunder He was truly quite a ride He would even stand beside a post untied. So when Tom had finished singin' He would mount and ride away Down the trail until he found a place to stay; Then he'd do some cowboy singin' And he'd pray a cowboy prayer And he'd sleep with all the cattle round him there. Then when Tom would stay no longer He would turn his horse's tail And he'd travel down the hot and dusty trail, Till he found a bunch of cowboys Cookin' up some cowboy stew Then he'd say, "Hey boys, how 'bout a song or two?"