Collected by Parler
and O'Bryant at Wild Cherry, Ark
Mr. Al Bittick Winkelman, Arizona September 3, 1958
Reel 359, Item 2
We were camped upon the plains at the head of the Cimmaron,
Long come a stranger and stopped argue some,
He looked so very foolish we pretend to look around,
We thought he was a greenhorn, just come from town.
We asked if he'd had his breakfast, he hadn't had a smear,
So opened up the chuck box and bade him have a share,
Just a cup of coffee, some biscuits, and some beans,
Then began to talk on cowboy talk — kings and queens.
About the Spanish War, a-fightin' on the sea,
With guns as big as steers and ramrods big as trees,
About Paul Jones, that fightin' son-of-a-gun,
Who was the meanest cuss who had ever pulled a gun.
Such an educated feller, his thoughts was comin' through,
He 'stonished all those cowboyswlth jaw-breakin' words,
He just kep' on talkin' till he made the boys all sick,
And they began to look around to play a trick.
He said he'd lost his job upon the Santa Fee,
And was goin' across the plains to strike the Seven D,
He didn't say how come it, some trouble with the boss,
He said he'd like to borrow a nice fat saddle horse.
That tickled all the boys to death, they laughed down in their sleeves,
"We'll lend you a horse, just as fresh and fat as you please." Shorty grabbed a lasso and he roped the Zebra Dun,
Turned him over to the stranger and waited for the fun.
Old Dunny was an outlaw, that had grown so awful wild,
He could paw the fire out of the moon and never jump for a mile, Dunny stood right still as if he didn't know,
Until he was saddled and ready for to go.
When the stranger hit the saddle, old Dunny quit the earth, Travelled right straight up for all that he was worth,
A-pitchin' and a'squealin', and a-havin' wall-eyed fits,
His hind feet perpendicular, his front feet in the bits.Zebra Dun
Reel 359, Item 2
We could see the tops of mountains under Dunny ever' jump,
But the stranger he was growed there like a camel's hump,
The stranger sat upon him and curled his black mustache,
Like a summer baorder a-waitin' for his hash.
He thumbed him in his shoulders, and he spurred him when he whirled,
To, show those plucky (?) punchers he was the wolf for the world,
When the stranger had dismounted once more upon the ground
We knew he was a thotoughbred and not a gent from town.
The boss who was standin' round watchin' of the show,
Walked up to the stranger and told him he needn't go,
"if you can use a lasso like you rode old Zebra Dun,
You're the man that I've been lookin' for since the year one."
He could coil a lasso and he did'nt do it slow,
He could catch their hind feet for anybody's dough,
When the herd stampeded, he was always on the spot,
nothin' like the boilin' of the pot.
There's one thing, a sure thing l've learned since I've been born, Ever' educated feller ain't a plumb geenhorn.
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