# Songs of the Cowboys (1921)/Index of First Lines

INDEX OF FIRST LINES
A cowboy's life is a dreary, dreary life, 61
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, 79
All day long on the prairies I ride, 4
An ancient long-horned bovine, 88
As I walked out in the streets of Laredo, 41
As I walked out one morning for pleasure, 70
At midnight, when the cattle are sleeping, 46
Bustin' down the canyon, 6
Come, all of you people, I pray you draw near, 1
Come, all you jolly cowboys that follow the bronco steer, 53
Come, all you melancholy folks, wherever you may be, 121
Come, all you old cow-punchers, a story I will tell, 99
Come all, you old-timers, and listen to my song, 84
Come, all you young waddies, I 'll sing you a song, 131
Come along, boys, and listen to my tale, 109
Come, cowboys, and listen to my song, 158
Come on, all you cow-punchers, 91
Daddy come from Brownsville, 94
Dan Taylor is a rollicking cuss, 57
Did you ever hear of the O L C steer, 21
Driftin' along the rim-rock, old Camp-Robber and I, 116
Every time I see an old paint horse, I think of you, 119
For this is the law of the Western range, 92
Good-bye, Old Paint, I'm a-leavin' Cheyenne, 118
He ca-su-ied wid me, most ruinous, 106 ​He was little en peaked en thin, en narry a no-account horse, 142
His mammy's a burro, his daddy ’s a horse, 104
Hush-a-by, Long Horn, your pards are all sleepin’, 65
I buckled on a brace of guns and sallied to Wyoming, 160
I can take the wildest bronco in the tough old woolly West, 71
I love not Colorado, 161
I’m a howler from the prairies of the West! 9
I struck the trail in seventy-nine, 69
I thought one spring, just for fun, 146
I took a trip this summer to the market, 3
I’ve been upon the prairie, 11
I’ve cooked you in the strongest gypsum water, 68
I’ve swum the Colorado where she runs down close to hell, 66
In readin’ the story of early days, it's a cause of much personal pain, 101
In seventy-six, or thereabouts, when the Black Hills made the strike, 115
It was chuck-time on the round-up, and we heard “Old Doughy” shout, 24
Just one year ago to-day, 93
Last night, as I lay on the prairie, 40
List, all you California boys, 18
Little gal, I’m not a singer; if I were I’d sing to you, 98
Little Joe, the wrangler, will never wrangle more, 96
Living long lives in Sonora, nested ’mongst mountains high, 63
Morn’s breakin’ over de ole Ranch before de moon’s gone ’way, 122
My country, ’t is of thee, 105
My foot in the stirrup, my pony won’t stand, 119
My love is a rider, wild broncos he breaks, 14
My lover is a cowboy, he ’s brave and kind and true, 86
Never was no gal like Mollie, 48
Now, O Lord, please lend me thine ear, 52
​O Lord, I ain’t never lived where churches grow, 47
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie, 62
Oh, come en ride the Western range along with Blue en me, 67
Oh, I am a Texas cowboy, 148
Oh, music springs under the galloping hoofs, 129
Oh, slow up, dogies, quit your roving round, 108
Oh, the prairie dogs are barking, 30
Oh, we’re up in the morning ere breaking of the day, 132
One pleasant summer day it came a storm of snow, 58
Parson, I’m a maverick, just runnin’ loose an’ grazin’, 55
Sam Bass was born in Indiana, it was his native home, 135
Some time ago two weeks or more, 31
Spanish is the lovin’ tongue, 10
’T was a calm and peaceful evening in a camp called Arapahoe, 15
’T was the end of the round-up the last day of June, 166
’T was this time jest a year ago on this Thanksgivin’ Day, 12
Ten thousand Texas Rangers are laughin’ fit to kill, 145
That time when Bob got throwed, 164
The bawl of a steer, 44
The bawl of a steer to a cowboy’s ear is music of sweetest strain, 140
The boss he took a trip to France, 60
The Devil we ’re told in hell was chained, 77
The outlaw stands with blindfold eyes, 113
The scream of the outlaw split the air, 138
There ’s a touch of human pathos, 170
There was a brave old Texan, 102
There was a rich old rancher who lived in the country by, 134
They don’t drive the Overland Stage no more, 124
Through progress of the railroads our occupation’s gone, 20
Through rocky arroyos so dark and so deep, 23
Twelve years have I lived in this desolate place, 130
​’Way out in Western Texas, where the Clear Fork’s waters flow, 35
’Way high up in the Mokiones, among the mountain-tops, 81
We had all made the guess by the cut of his dress an’ the tenderfoot style that he slung, 49
We was settin’ ’round the ranch house on the last Thanksgivin’ Day, 151
We was trailin’ some stolen cattle, 153
We were camped on the plains at the head of the Cimarron, 171
Well, old horse, you’ve brought me ’cross the line, 123
What’s become of the punchers, 162
When I think of the last great round-up, 75
When the Mormons drifted southward, 117
When the sap comes up through the cottonwood roots, 112
Where the old Fort Sumner Barracks look down on the Pecos wide, 127
Where the Pecos River winds and turns in its journey to the sea, 126
While you’re all so frisky, I’ll sing a little song, 156
Windy Bill was a Texas Man, 168
You kin brag of city caffeys and their trout from streams and lakes, 74
You may call the cowboy horned and think him hard to tame, 34