“Cowboy Lullaby”<\/p>
Desert silver blue beneath the pale starlight
\nCoyote yappin’ lazy on a hill
\nSleepy winks of light along the far skyline
\nTime for milling cattle to be still
\nSo, now, the lightnin’s far away.
\nThe coyote’s nothing skeery, just singing to his dearie
\nYahoo! Amollo Holiday, so settle down, you cattle, till the morning.<\/p>
Nothing out there on the range that you folks need,
\nNothing there that seems to catch your eye,
\nStill you got to watch them or they’ll all stampede
\nPlunging down some ‘rroyo bank to die
\nSo, now, the lightnin’s far away.
\nThe coyote’s nothing skeery, just singing to his dearie
\nYahoo! Amollo Holiday, so settle down, you cattle, till the morning.<\/p>
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ROUNDUP LULLABY<\/b><\/big>
\n(Badger Clark)<\/p>
Desert blue and silver in the still moonshine,
\nCoyote yappin’ lazy on the hill,
\nSleepy winks of lightnin’ on the far sky line,
\nTime for millin’ cattle to be still.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 So\u2014o, now, the lightnin’s far away,
\nThe coyote’s nothin’ skeery;
\nHe’s singin’ to his dearie\u2014
\nHee\u2014ya, tammalalleday!
\nSettle down, you cattle, till the mornin’.<\/i><\/p>
Nothin’ out the hazy range that you folks need,
\nNothin’ we kin see to take your eye.
\nYet we got to watch you or you’d all stampede,
\nPlungin’ down some ‘royo bank to die.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 So\u2014o, now, for still the shadows stay;
\nThe moon is slow and steady;
\nThe sun comes when he’s ready.
\nHee\u2014ya, tammalalleday!
\nNo use runnin’ out to meet the mornin’.<\/i><\/p>
Cows and men are foolish when the light grows dim,
\nDreamin’ of a land too far to see.
\nThere, you dream, is wavin’ grass and streams that brim
\nAnd it often seems the same to me.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 So\u2014o, now, for dreams they never pay.
\nThe dust it keeps us blinkin’.
\nWe’re seven miles from drinkin’.
\nHee\u2014ya, tammalalleday!
\nBut we got to stand it till the mornin’.<\/i><\/p>
Mostly it’s a moonlight world our trail winds through.
\nKain’t see much beyond our saddle horns.
\nAlways far away is misty silver-blue;
\nAlways underfoot it’s rocks and thorns.
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 So\u2014o, now. It must be this away\u2014
\nThe lonesome owl a-callin’,
\nThe mournful coyote squallin’.
\nHee\u2014ya, tammalalleday!
\nMocking-birds don’t sing until the mornin’.<\/i><\/p>
Always seein’ ‘wayoff dreams of silver-blue,
\nAlways feelin’ thorns that stab and sting.
\nYet stampedin’ never made a dream come true,
\nSo I ride around myself and sing,
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 So\u2014o, now, a man has got to stay,
\nA-likin’ or a-hatin’,
\nBut workin’ on and waitin’.
\nHee\u2014ya, tammalalleday!
\nAll of us are waitin’ for the mornin’.<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
“Cowboy Lullaby”Desert silver blue beneath the pale starlight Coyote yappin’ lazy on a hill Sleepy winks of light along the far skyline Time for milling cattle to be still So, now, the lightnin’s far away. The coyote’s nothing skeery, just … Continue reading