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The work was hard out on the ranch, the days were hot an' dry, An' fancy things you find in town had caught ol' Jim Bob's eye. When evenin' came he'd sit the fence an' crave to see the sights, To drive big cars to all the bars an' toast the city nights. He had a gal he courted some, her name was Betty Lou. She'd lived a spell in Angelo, had been to Lubbock, too. Her face was fine, with freckled cheeks, her hair was done in style; An' all her clothes had fancy brands that musta cost a pile. Now, Betty Lou had set her sights to put her brand on Jim, But he had things he had to do an' marriage weren't for him. The world was callin'-out his name, he had some things to learn, Some places that he had to see, 'some candles left to burn'. Well, came a time, an' like you thought, he wandered off the range, But ended up in Boston-town; now boys, that was a change. He found a bar that looked real clean an' sauntered in the door; He'as proud to be of Texas stock an' sallied to the fore. A fancy feller slithered-up an' asked Jim to his place, But when he put his hand on Jim's, he punched him in the face. I guess that feller didn't know for what ol' Jim was known, An' bein' green to city life, he'as best just left alone. Right after Jim had took his shot that dude got mighty riled; He punched Jim once an' kicked him twice, an' left him right defiled. Jim left his mark, I guess you'd say, that feller's bloody clothes; Cause when that feller swung his fist, Jim hit it with his nose!. He'd never seen them fancy dudes, who act like girls an' such; From what he knew, which wadn't squat, he didn't like 'em much. He heard they'as sissies, frail an' weak, sashayin' as they walked. They gossiped like some women-folk, an' giggled when they talked. Well, when it all was said an' done, he helped Jim to his feet, An' dusted off his shirt a mite, then smiled at him real sweet. He told Jim 'bout a couple things he liked to do with males; Now, one was such I won't repeat, but one was kickin' tails. Well, boys I guess there's lessons here: be careful where you roam; Don't wander off to Boston-town, if Texas is your home; But if you do, stear clear of bars, an' this I would include; Don't ever underestimate an' rile a fancy dude.
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