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Steve Keene
THE COWBOY BALL
Blue Lonesome is dang hard to handle
Especially out here where the road ends
So any excuse for a party
Is welcome and bound to make friends.
Once a pilgrim seeking some solace
Staked a claim a long way from town
He'd come from the itch of the city
And in six months he'd settled down.
He built himself a small cabin.
He sat on the porch one fine day,
When he saw a rider approaching,
He saw him from miles away.
The rider said he was up country
And rarely came down that way at all
But he thought he'd be a good neighbor
By throwin a "Cowboy Ball."
The pilgrim inspected this stranger
Who never got down from his horse,
He looked like he needed a dentist,
His manner was rugged and coarse.
But Lonesome can prey on a body
And the stranger sounded sincere.
"We can dance all night if we want to,
Play music and toast the Frontier.
We'll eat and we'll drink and be merry
I've whiskey enough for us all...
So whataya say, are ya willin'
To come to a "Cowboy Ball?""
The pilgrim was mullin it over,
"Ya say they'll be whiskey and dance?"
"And maybe a kiss in the moonlight?"
"Yeah, there's a chance."
"So what should I wear?" asked the pilgrim.
"It sounds like a pretty good do."
The stranger said, "Heck it don't matter,
'Cause pilgrim, it's just me and you."
Baxter Black
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