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Sum Day Up Thar

Ah done cum frum tha ol' times Whar we's jist roams free I's gots a gun, a hoss un grub 'Un bedroll 'neath a tree. Sum times ah jist works fer grub An theys the tother times Ah's jist watches tha stars 'bove An sleeps un tha moons light. Don't likes ridin' un tha rain When lighten flies 'bouts T'ain't safe ta be's board youse hoss If'n youse tha tallest thin 'round. Seed sum thin tother day Done made me's feels so small War a cowboy on 'is knees An 'is hoss with head bowed low. Tha cowboy held hat un han Un front a wood cross He war prayin ta tha Lord 'bove Fer all tha pards we's loss. Theys air up thar, that I's knows Bacause las night I's seed Ma frien Charlie ridin herd Next ta ma pa, Reed. One days I's 'll be up thar An sum one down balow Will looks an watches tha stars shine Un sleeps 'neath tha moons glow. Cile Beer

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