| A group of jolly cowboys, discussing plans at ease
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| Says one, I’ll tell you something, boys, if you will listen, please
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| I am an old cow-puncher, you see me dressed in rags
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| I used to be a good one boys, and went on great big jags
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| I have got a home boys, a good one you all know
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| Although I haven’t seen it since very long ago
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| I’m headed back to Dixie once more to see them all
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| I’m going to see my mother when the work’s all done this fall
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| When I left my home, boys, my mother for me cried
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| She begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have died
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| My mother’s heart is aching, breaking for me, that’s all
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| With God’s help I’ll see her when the work’s all done this fall
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| That very night this cowboy went out to stand his guard
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| The night was dark and cloudy and storming very hard
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| The cattle, they got frightened and rushed in wild stampede
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| The cowboy tried to head them while riding at full speed
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| Riding in the darkness, so loudly he did shout
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| Trying hard to head them and turn the herd about
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| His saddle horse did stumble and on him it did fall
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| He’ll not see his mother when the work’s all done this fall
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| Send my mother my wages, boys, the wages I have earned
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| I am so afraid, boys, the last steer I have turned
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| I’m headed for a new range, I hear my Master call
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| I’ll not see my mother when the work’s all done this fall
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| Fred, you take my saddle, George, you take my bed
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| Bill, you take my pistol after I am dead
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| Then think of me kindly when you look upon them all
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| I’ll not see my mother when the work’s all done this fall
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| Charlie was buried at sunrise, no tombstone for his head
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| Nothing but a little board, and this is what it said
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| Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall
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| He’ll not see his mother when the work’s all done this fall |