BRONC PEELER’S SONGS
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And we said a swift good-bye
In that black unlucky night.
When I’d loosed her arms from clingin’
With her words the hoofs kept ringin’
As I galloped north alone —
“Adios, mi corazon!”
In that black unlucky night.
When I’d loosed her arms from clingin’
With her words the hoofs kept ringin’
As I galloped north alone —
“Adios, mi corazon!”
Never seen her since that night —
I kaint cross the Line, you know.
She was Mex, and I was white;
Like as not it’s better so.
Yet I’ve always sort of missed her
Since that last wild night I kissed her;
Left her heart and lost my own —
“Adios, mi corazon!”
I kaint cross the Line, you know.
She was Mex, and I was white;
Like as not it’s better so.
Yet I’ve always sort of missed her
Since that last wild night I kissed her;
Left her heart and lost my own —
“Adios, mi corazon!”
BRONC PEELER’S SONG
Authorship unknown. First heard sung by L. Brennon, at Indian Tanks, New Mexico.
I’ve been upon the prairie,
I’ve been upon the plain,
I’ve never rid a steamboat,
Nor a double-cinched-up train.
But I’ve driv my eight-up to wagon
That were locked three in a row,
And that through blindin’ sand-storms,
And all kinds of wind and snow.
I’ve been upon the plain,
I’ve never rid a steamboat,
Nor a double-cinched-up train.
But I’ve driv my eight-up to wagon
That were locked three in a row,
And that through blindin’ sand-storms,
And all kinds of wind and snow.
There never was a place I’ve been
Had any kind of wood:
We burn the roots of bar-grass
And think it's very good.
Had any kind of wood:
We burn the roots of bar-grass
And think it's very good.
