| The ragged kid nobody wanted
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| Left alone to ramble wild
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| Long ago he was abandoned
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| Nobody’s child
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| Never smiles and never chatters
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| Never quarrels or complains
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| Grown as hard as the Sierras
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| And the Western Plains
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| Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
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| A’come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
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| Learned to swing a broken bottle
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| Learned to use his fists and knife
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| In the bar rooms and bordellos
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| Of his life
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| He drifted down towards the borders
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| The sky was dark but it did not rain
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| Came the meanest pistoleros
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| In the Western Plains
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| He fell in with these desperadoes
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| Thieves and killers every one
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| Prizes hanging from their saddles
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| With their guns
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| Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
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| A’come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
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| The ragged kid nobody wanted
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| Left alone to ramble wild
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| Now he rides beside the Devil
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| Nobody’s child
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| Come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea
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| A’come a’cow cow yicky yicky yea |