A MAN NAMED HODS
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I can shoot and throw a rope and brand a crazy, locoed steer —
I can ride a bucking bronc and make him knuckle.
I can ride a bucking bronc and make him knuckle.
I can quiet restless cattle when the leader's getting wild,
And the lightning flash is ’nuff to make you dizzy;
I can soothe 'em like a mother when she’s croonin’ to her child —
But it something makes a man get might busy!
And the lightning flash is ’nuff to make you dizzy;
I can soothe 'em like a mother when she’s croonin’ to her child —
But it something makes a man get might busy!
But my song — it's meek and humble; there is nothing I can sing
That in any way my sentiments can utter;
Since I saw your flashing eye, your winning smile — yes, everything
In your outfit — they have set my heart a-flutter.
That in any way my sentiments can utter;
Since I saw your flashing eye, your winning smile — yes, everything
In your outfit — they have set my heart a-flutter.
So, Chiquita, if you'll let me, I would like to brand you mine —
Will you share with me the storms and sunny weather?
Ah! Your arms, your lips, Chiquita — they are sweeter than old wine!
Come, we'll hit life's trail and follow it — together!
Will you share with me the storms and sunny weather?
Ah! Your arms, your lips, Chiquita — they are sweeter than old wine!
Come, we'll hit life's trail and follow it — together!
A MAN NAMED HODS
Heard this first over on the Via Grande, sung by a puncher named Liston.
Come, all you old cow-punchers, a story I will tell,
And if you'll all be quiet, I sure will sing it well;
And if you boys don't like it, you can all go to hell.
And if you'll all be quiet, I sure will sing it well;
And if you boys don't like it, you can all go to hell.
