Cowboys Wild Song To His Herd

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    One beautiful night when the moon was full,

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    and the air was crisp and clear,

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    a cowboy lay on the starlit plain,

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    and thought of his home so dear.



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             C                                  F

    He thought of his mother he loved so well,

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    and his slumber of sleep was blurred,

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    not a sound to be heard but those of the night,

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    as he sang a wild song to his herd.



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    The cattle are lying so quiet and still

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    on a carpet that mantels the west,

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    while the golden lanes from the sky of night

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    sing peace to the cowboy's breast.



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                  C                                   F

    Still he thinks of his mother in a faraway land,

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    and his thoughts by his memory was stirred,

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    and he sees himself to the old home again,

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    as he sang a wild song to his herd.



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             C                                F

    He's far from the din of the city noise,

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    where the lights of folly do shine,

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    he's far from the jaws of the dives of sin,

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    and the flow of sparkling wine.



            C                                        F

    He's in the great West with its mantle of green,

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    where his neighbors say never a word,

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    a land of narrow ridge of mountains and plains,

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    where a cowboy sings low to his herd.
Cowboys Wild Song To His Herd

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