Collected by Parler and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark
Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958
Reel 359, Item 1
The Morman Cowboy
I'm a Mormon cowboy,
And Utah is my home,
From there to old Phoenix Is the first place I did roam,
From there to old El Capitan,
The place you all know well,
To describe this brushy country,
No human tongue can tell.
I was standing at the post office When a maid came riding down,
She stopped and broke her pony And soon was on the ground,
She gave to us all there An invitation grand To attend the cowboy's ball At the old El Capitan.
Next Saturday night we all met there At the school house by the road,
A few fellers came from Drippin' Springs, Many come up from Globe,
The music they brought with them I never shall forget,
A colored man with his guitar,
I hear him singin' yet.
The cowboys in their high heel boots They led us a grand march,
And the tenderfoots follered With their collars stiff with starch, After dancing once or twice I stepped out in the cool,
And ever' bush that I passed by Was loaded with white mule.The Mormon Cowboy Reel 359, Item 1 Continued
Just shortly after supper,
Just shortly after one,
A row was started outside,
Some feller pulled his gun,
A man stepped up to me With eyes a-flashing fire,
He said, "I am the ramrod Of the ranch call Bar X Bar."
Before I reached my pony The guns were flashing fast,
When I heard a cowboy shouting,
"We've broke her up at last."
But I bid farewell to all was there, Likewise old El Capitan,
And the prettiest girl that I ever met Was in that wild and wooly land.
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