Riders Lament

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When i was a cowboy, i learned to throw the line
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Learned to pocket money, and not to dress so fine
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When that uncle turned me, i learned to rob and steal
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When i'm round the cowboy, ill help the oven feel

[Verse 2]
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For workin my able, and beggin is too low
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Stealin is so dreadful, to jail i will go
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Yonder comes the jailer, no he didn't come to tea
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He knows that i am guilty, i am bound to go with he

[Verse 3]
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I heard the jailor  comin, with a darn big bunch of keys
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One little pull of cornbread and a darn big bunch of peas
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Cheer up cheer up little prisoners, i hear the jailor say
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Were bound for dallas county, for seven long years to stay

[Verse 4]
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I wore my brand new cow girl, my boots and saddle were fine
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When i view them pretty girls, you bet i call them mine
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A view of the awful beauties, oh lord it was a dream
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Im bound to dallas county, to wear the ball and chain

[Verse 5]
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I heard my darlin comin, ten dollars in her hand
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She said, give it too the cowboy, tis all that i command
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Give it to me the cowboy, and never in his time
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He wont forget his gal he left so far behind

[Verse 6]
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When i was a cowboy i learned to throw the line
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Learned to pocket money and not to dress so fine
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When i that old gee perry and learned to rob and steal
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When i robbed a cowboy, i had the ugly feel