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We ain’t jest much on stylish,
But we got a good Home Ranch,
En the little old horse-pasture
Runs clear down to the branch.

En we’re all plumb contented
Since Dad put hinges on the door,
En with his old brown fiddle
Plays “Turkey in the Straw”!

I got er pair er shop-made boots
That Dad had made fer me,
Er pair er silver-mounted spurs
Es pretty es can be;

We ride ter all the dances,
En when I get on the floor,
I’m sure to hear Dad playin’
“Old Turkey in the Straw”!

I’ve got a young cow-puncher roped,
I’ve got ’im on my string,
En everything is lovely,
We’ll be married in the spring;

Es we ain’t much on religion,
We’ll be married by the Law,
En I kin hear Dad playin’
“Old Turkey in the Straw”!