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When the Work's All Done This Fall
   Carl T Sprague

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Grabada en 1925, consiguió un éxito inusual muy importante para la época, poco dada a adquirir grabaciones de discos, cuando se oían gratis en los programas de radio.
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A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease
Said one, I'll tell you somethin' boys if you will listen, please
I'm an old cow puncher, and here, I'm dressed in rags
I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags

I have got a home, boys, a good one you all know
Although I haven't seen it since long, long ago
I'm goin' back to Dixie once more to see them all
I'm goin' home to Mother when the work's all done this fall

That night this very cowboy went out to stand his guard
The night was dark and stormy, was rainin' very hard
The cattle they got frightened and they rushed in wild stampede
The cowboy tried to turn them while ridin' at full speed

Ridin' in the darkness, loudly he did shout
Tryin' his best to stop them or turn the herd about
His saddle horse did stumble and upon him it did fall
Poor boy won't see his Mother when the work's all done this fall

Fred, you take my saddle, Jim, you take my bed
Johnny, take my pistol after I am dead
Think about me kindly as you look upon them all
I'll not see my Mother when the work's all done this fall

They buried Charlie at daybreak no tombstone at his head
Nothin' but a little board and this is what it said
Charlie died at daybreak, he died from a fall
Poor boy won't see his Mother when the work's all done this fall

There's a yellow rose of Texas
That I am going to see
No other fellow knows her
No other, only me
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart
And if I ever find her
We never more will part

(Chorus)
She's the sweetest rose of color
This soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
You may talk about your dearest May
And sing of Rosa Lee
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
Is the only girl for me

Where the Rio Grande is flowing
And the starry skies are bright
She walks along the river
In the quiet summer night
She thinks if I remember
When we parted long ago
I promised to come back again
And never leave her so

(Chorus)

Oh now I'm going to find her
For my heart is full of woe
And we'll sing the song together
That we sang so long ago
We'll play the banjo gaily
And we'll sing the song of yore
And the Yellow Rose of Texas
Shall be mine for ever more

(Chorus)

San Antonio Rose

Bob Wills

Deep within my heart lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live with a memory
Beneath the stars all alone

It was there I found beside the Alamo
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit path that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love

Moon in all your splendor knows only my heart
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone
Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin' apart
Speak once again of my love, my own

Broken song, empty words I know
Still live in my heart all alone
And that moonlit pass beside the Alamo
And Rose, my Rose of San Antone

It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels

Kitty Wells

As I sit here tonight, the jukebox playing
That old song about the wild, wild side of life.
As I listen to the words you are saying,
It brings memories when I was a trusting wife.

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you say in the words of your song.
Too many times married men think they're still single
And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong.

It's a shame that all the blame is on us women,
It's not true that only you, men, feel the same.
From the start most every heart that's been broken
Was because there always was a man to blame.

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song.
Too many times married men think they're still single
And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong.

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song.
Too many times married men think they're still single
And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong.

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song.
Too many times married men think they're still single
And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong.

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song.
Too many times married men think they're still single
And that's caused many a good girl to go wrong.


The Old Chisholm Trail
 

Traditional

Oh come along, boys, and listen to my tale,
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm trail.
(chorus)
Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy youpy yea
On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle,
I was ridin', and a punchin' Texas cattle.
We left ol' Texas October twenty-third
Drivin' up the trail with the U-2 herd.
I'm up in the morning before daylight,
And before I sleep the moon shine bright.
It's bacon and beans most every day,
I'd just as soon be eating prairie hay.
I woke up one morning on the Chisholm trail,
With a rope in my hand and a cow by the tail,
Last night on guard, and the leader broke the ranks,
I hit my horse down the shoulders and spurred him in the flanks.
Oh, it's cloudy in the west, and a lookin' like rain,
And my darned old slicker's in the wagon again.
Oh the wind commenced to blow and the rain began to fall,
And it looked by grab that we was gonna lose 'em all.
I jumped in the saddle an' I grabbed a-hold the horn,
The best damned cowpuncher ever was born.
I was on my best horse, and a going on the run,
The quickest shootin' cowboy that ever pulled a gun.
No chaps, no slicker, and it's pouring down rain,
And I swear, by God, I'll never night herd again.
I herded and I hollered, and I done pretty well,
Till the boss said, "Boys, just let 'em go to Hell."
I'm going to the ranch to draw my money,
Goin' into town to see my honey.
I went to the boss to get my roll,
He figured me out nine dollars in the hole.
So I'll sell my outfit as fast as I can,
And I won't punch cows for no damn man.
So I sold old baldy and I hung up my saddle,
And I bid farewell to the longhorn cattle.

Honky Tonk Blues

Well I left my home down on the rural route
I told my paw I'm going steppin out and get the
Honky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonk blues
Well lord I got 'em,
I got the ho-on-ky tonk blues.

Well I went to a dance and I wore out my shoes
woke up this mornin wishin I could lose
them jumpin honky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonk blues
Well lord I got 'em,
I got the ho-on-ky tonk blues.

Solo

Well I stopped into every place in town
this city life has really got me down
I got the honky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonk blues
Well lord I got em,
got the ho-on-ky tonk blues.

I'm gonna tuck my worries underneath my arm
And scat right back to my pappy's farm
And leave these honky tonk blues,
Yeah the honky tonk blues
Well lord I got 'em,
I got the ho-on-ky tonk blues.

When I get home to my Ma and Pa,
I know they're gonna lay down the law.
About the honky tonk blues,
Them jumpin' honkty tonk blues.
Lord I'm suffrin' with the honky tonk blues.



 

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