Collected by Paula Faris FredSmith
Bentonville, Ark. January 10, 1960
Reel 321, Item 6
TOM SHERBURNER'S BAR ROOM
As I was passing Tom Sherburner's Bar Room,
Tom Sherburner's Bar Room, 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,
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 breast and I know I must die."
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 valley and lay the sod o'er me For I'm only a cowboy; I know I've done wrong.
Once in the saddle I used to be daring And once in the saddle I used to be brave;
I first took to drinking and then took to gambling Got into a fight and it's now to my grave.
Go bear the sad news to my gray-headed mother,
And tell the sad news to my sister so dear.
But never a word of the place must you mention As you gather around my sad story to hear.
Perhaps there's another as well as a sister Who'll bitterly weep when she hears I am gone.
But perhaps there's another who's more worthy of her Butshe loves this young cowboy, who she knows has 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 the wild gamblin'
To stop their wild gambling before 'tis too late.
Then beat the drum slowly and play the fife 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; I know I've done wrong.
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