Snake Man
It was out on Dead Dog Prairie
Where the days were hot and dry,
That a cowboy known as Snake Man
Made the cy'ote start to cry.
He was mean and tough as leather
When he loaded up his gun,
And he rode his horse from dawn till dusk
While gath'ring up the sun.
His job was one most folks don't want...
He hunted rattlesnakes.
He took the skins and made some boots,
His livelihood to make.
So now you know the reason for
The name they called him by,
And why the cy'ote...robbed of meals,
Would often start to cry.
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