Collected by Mary Shand Transcribed by M. C. Parler
James Turner Elkins, Ark September 30, 1963
Reel 423, Item 8
Old Don he was an outlaw,
He hadn't been rode for years,
Till along come a stranger That didnot seem to care.
He said he'd lost his job Down on the Santa Fee He'd started across those prairies A cowboy for to be.
They asked him in to breakfast,
He said he had not a bite,
They opened up the chuck box And bid him to help himself.
He eat until he'd finished,
He shoved his plate away,
He asked them for a fresh horse That he might borrow that day.
They said, "We have one As fresh as you may please."
Shorty grabbed the lead rope,
It was to see some fun Shorty grabbed the lead rope And he threw it at old Don.
Old Don he just stood still,
Just like he didn't know,
Till the stranger had him saddled And ready for to go.
When the stranger hit the saddle,
Old Don he left the earth,
He went up in the air, boys,
For more than what he's worth.
The stranger set tight in his saddle,
And twisted his mustache,
Just like a hungry boarder A-waiting for his hash.
He spurred him in the shoulder,
He whipped him when he whirled,
He showed them sorry riders He'd whup all the world.
Reel 423, Item 8 Continued
"Now, can you drag a lead rope Like you can ride old Don?
You're the feller we been looking fer Since the Years of ninety-on."
"It's I can drag a lead rope And I can ride old Don.
I've roped one hundred and fifty Excepting old Don."
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