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From “Cowboy Songs”
DADDY come from Brownsville, | |
| En Maw from San Antone; | |
| We come here in a wagon | |
| That ud rock en squeak en groan. | |
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| We brought our stock er horses, | 5 |
| The boys come on afore, | |
| En Dad was playin’ all the way | |
| Old Turkey in the Straw! | |
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| There’s me en Sister Annie, | |
| En Tom, en Si, en Budd— | 10 |
| We all was raised with cattle, | |
| So I guess it’s in our blood. | |
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| En I shore love the dances— | |
| Folks say I take after Maw— | |
| When Dad takes down his fiddle | 15 |
| En plays Turkey in the Straw! | |
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| We ain’t jest much on stylish, | |
| But we got a good home ranch; | |
| En the little old horse-pasture | |
| Runs clear down to the branch. | 20 |
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| En we’re all plumb contented | |
| Since Dad put hinges on the door, | |
| En with his old brown fiddle | |
| Plays Turkey in the Straw! | |
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| I got er pair er shop-made boots | 25 |
| That Dad had made fer me, | |
| Er pair er silver-mounted spurs | |
| Es pretty es can be. | |
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| We ride ter all the dances, | |
| En when I get on the floor | 30 |
| I’m sure to hear Dad playin’ | |
| Old Turkey in the Straw! | |
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| I’ve got a young cow-puncher roped, | |
| I’ve got ’im on my string; | |
| En everything is lovely— | 35 |
| We’ll be married in the spring; | |
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| Es we ain’t much on religion | |
| We’ll be married by the law, | |
| En I kin hear Dad playin’ | |
| Old Turkey in the Straw! | 40 |
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