22 DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS EVE! ♫ THE KILLERS ♫ THE COWBOYS CHRISTMAS BALL ♫ LYRICS ♫ Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckees waters flow, Where the cattle are a-browzin an the Spanish ponies grow; Where the Northers come a-whistlin from beyond the Neutral Strip; And the prairie dogs are sneezin, as if they had The Grip; Where the coyotes come a-howlin round the ranches after dark, And the bluebirds are a-singin to the lovely meadow lark; Where the bighorns are a-grazin and the lonely plovers call — It was there that I attended The Cowboys Christmas Ball. (whoo!) The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles; The ladies — kinda scatterin — had gathered in for miles.. The room was togged out gorgeous - with mistletoe and shawls, And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls. The women folk looked lovely - the boys looked kinda treed, Till the leader got to yellin: Hey, fellers, lets stampede! And the music started sighin, an awailin through the hall As a kind of introduction to The Cowboys Christmas Ball. Their leader was a feller that came from Swensons ranch, They called him Windy Billy, from little Deadmans Branch. His rig was kinda careless, big spurs and high-heeled boots; He had the reputation that come when a fellers shoots. His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height; His feet were animated an a mighty, movin sight, When he commenced to hollerin, Now, fellers stake your pen! Lock horns with all them heifers, an russle em like men. Salute yer lovely critters; now swing an let em go, Climb the grape vine round em — all hands do-ce-do! You Mavericks, join the round-up - Just skip her waterfall, Huh! It was gettin happy, The Cowboys Christmas Ball Dont tell me bout cotillions, or Germans, no siree! That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me. Im sick of lazy shufflins, of them Ive had my fill, Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol Bill. McAllister aint nowhere, when Windy leads the show, Ive seen em both in harness, and so I sorta know — Oh, Bill, I shant forget ya, and Ill oftentimes recall, That lively gaited soiree — The Cowboys Christmas Ball. Oh, Bill, I shant forget ya, and Ill oftentimes recall, That lively gaited soiree — The Cowboys Christmas Ball.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 16:14:26 +0000
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