For M. C. Parler
Fred Smith Bentonville, Ark. June 30, 1961
Reel 394, Item 5
Tom Sherberner's Barroom
As I was passing Tom Sherberner's barroom,
Tom Sherberner's barroom so early one day,
I spied a young cowboy all dressed in white linen All dressed in white linen as cold as the grave.
I could tell by his outfit that he was a cowboy,
And the words he was saying as I passed by,
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
For I'm shot in the chest and I know I must die.
"Once in my saddle I used to be daring,
And once in my saddle I used to be brave,
I first took to drinking and then took to gambling,
Got into a fight and now to my grave.
"Then beat the drums slowly and play the fif lowly,
And play the dead march as you carry me on,
Take me to the graveyard and lay the sod o'er me,
For I'm only a cowboy and I know I've done wrong.
"Go gather together a group of young cowboys And tell them to pity my sorrowful state,
Tell them to repent and to stop their wild gambling To stop their wild gambling before'tis too late.
"Go break the sad news to my gray-headed mother,
And tell the sad news to my sister so dear,
But never a word of this place must you mention As you gather round me my story to hear.
"Perhaps there's another as well as a sister Mho will bitterly weep when she hears I am gone,
But perhaps there's another who's more worthy of her
But she loves this young cowboy who she knows hath done wrong.
"Then beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly And play the dead march as you carry me on.
Take me to the green pastures and lay the sod o'er me,
For I'm only a cowboy and I know I've done wrong."
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