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E....I.... didn't last, but six and a half
Toro bucked me all the way
Down to Lou-see-ann
'Thought I'd bounce back
By way of Bourbon Street
'Til I met you..........
Miss Louisiana sweet
Let's mozy over
To Lake Pontchartrain
Sweet southern night, shall we dine
On craw fish and champagne
A double shot
Tabasco hit's the spot
It ain't the only thing
In Lou-see-ann that's hot
You got me by the by you
And you won't let go-oh
'mon, love me 'til
It feels so good some mo'
You got my heart in a double love lock
A Cajun girl don't know when to stop
You got me by the by you
And you won't let go
I won't be leaving Louisiana
'Cause ever since you kissed me
I saw that quarter moon and stars....
And something bit me
You got me by the by you...........
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the cactus stood in surprise
with his arms to the sky
while the sun took his water not his life
sun told the prairie dogs
this is a hold up!
get in yo holes!
nosy rodents get shot with heatstrokes
little ms vegetation
close yo eyes and you won't die
dry desert!, run them
permanent bodies of water out of town!
create a dust storm!
sheriff ain't around!
he and his posse clouds are stormin
on the other side of them mountains
cactus!, you tell sheriff rainfall
he is yella!, and to erratic!
we don't see , violent stormy weather , in these parts
is another dry gulch day
Deer linger in the bitterbrush
Below the gambel oak—
The brittle fern shows no concern
For killdeer or cowpoke.
The miner’s candle lights our way
Now lost in limber pine—
The water birch does not besmirch
Beargrass at timberline.
Sky pilots bend on mountain side
Dark as the black hawthorn—
A horned lark rests on the ninebark—
Between the two we’re torn.
We journey south through water oak,
Coral bean, supple jack—
We ride beneath magnolia leaf
And miss not what we lack.
A canebrake rattler comes too close,
Like death in the sweet bay—
Chinaberry makes us tarry
This oleander day.
Old cowboys talk 'bout the good 'ol days
How thang's was said 'n done
I tell ya in lots of ways, fer this old cowboy, they weren't always fun.
When I woke on a' cold winter's night
'N know'd I really had ta go
With ice on the winder
The ground white with snow.
I put on my jeans
Pulled my cowboy boots on my feet
But, what was thar ta protect me
When I hit that ice cold seat
That weren't half my troubles
I could see human tracks
Leadin' over the that outhouse buildin'
But, thar weren't no tracks a' comin' back.
Them cuss words is was sayin'
In front of ya ladies
I cain't restate
You know I sure was hopein' 'n prayin' it wouldn't be to late.
When I got through that out house door
How was I goin' ta finish the chore
Thar weren't no paper
Ah. The corn cobs on the floor
Old cowboys talk 'bout the good ol' days
How thangs was said 'n done
I tell ya in that one particular way
Fer this old cowboy they weren't always fun.
People would keep corn cobs in the out house, usually in a' bucket of water ta keep 'em
soft, 'n ta help wash off. Where we lived, water left in a' bucket froze up, so my old man just
left dry'n layin' on the board floor. 'Ouch!"