Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Bound to Follow the Longhorn Cows, artist - Alan Lomax.
Date of issue: 28.08.2016
Song language: English
I'm Bound to Follow the Longhorn Cows |
I’m bound to follow the longhorn cows until I get too old |
It’s well I work for wages, boys, and get my pay in gold |
My bosses they all like me well; |
they say I’m hard to beat |
Because I give 'em the bum stand-off, they know I’ve got the cheek |
Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |
Now I’m a Texas cowboy, just off the stormy plains |
My trade is girtin' saddles and pullin' bridle reins |
Oh, I can tip the lasso; |
it is with graceful ease |
I can rope a streak of lightnin' and ride 'er where I please |
Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |
Now if I had me a little stake, I soon would married be |
But another week and I must go; |
the boss said so today |
My girl must cheer up courage and choose some other one |
For I’m bound to follow the Lone Star Trail until my race is won |
Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |
It’s when we’re on the trail where the dust and the billows fly |
It’s fifty miles from water and the grass is scorchin' dry; |
The boss gets mad and ringy as you can plainly see |
And I want to leave the trail, my boys, and an honest farmer be |
Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |
And when we get them bedded, boys, we think it’s for the night |
Some horse will shake his saddle and give that herd a fright |
They’ll rise up to their feet, my boys, and madly dash away |
Then it’s movin' time; |
«To the lead, my boys,» you’ll hear some cowboy say |
Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |
And when we get them rounded up and quietened down again |
A dark cloud will rise in the west, and fire will play on their horns |
The boss will say, «Stay with 'em, boys; |
your pay will be in gold.» |
I’m bound to follow the longhorn steer until I get too old |
Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |
When I get in Kansas, I had a pleasant dream |
I dreamt I’s down on the Trinity, down by that pleasant stream |
My true love right beside me, she’d come to go my bail |
But I woke up broken-hearted with a yearling by the tail |
Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |