Zebra Dun

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[Verse 1]
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We were camped on the plains at 
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the head of the Cimmaron
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When along came a stranger and 
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stopped to arger some.
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He looked so very very foolish 
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that we began to look around,
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We thought he was a greenhorn that
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 had just escaped from town.

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We asked him if he had he been to 
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breakfast; he hadn't had a sniff;
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So we opened up the chuck-box and
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 told him help himself.
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He took a little beefsteak and 
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some biscuits and some beans,
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And then began to talk and tell 
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about foreign kings and queens,

[Verse 2]
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He talked about the Spanish War 
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and fighting on on the seas
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With guns as big as beef steers 
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and ramrods big as trees,
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And about old Paul Jones, a 
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fighting son of a gun,
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And he said he was the grittiest 
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cuss that ever pulled a gun.

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Such an educated feller, his 
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thoughts just come in herds,
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He astonished all them cowboys 
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with them jaw-breaking words.
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He just kept right on talking 
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till he made the boys all sick
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And they began to look around just 
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how to play a trick.

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[Verse 3]
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He said he had lost his job out 
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upon the Santa Fe
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And was going across the plains to 
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strike the 7-D.
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But he didn't say how come it, 
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just some trouble with his boss,
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But said he'd like to borrow a 
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nice fat saddle hoss.

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This tickled all the boys to 
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death; we laughed down in their 
sleeves
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Said that he could have a horse as 
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fresh as he would please.
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So shorty grabbed a lasso and he 
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roped the Zebra Dun
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And led him to the stranger as we 
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waited for the fun.

[Verse 4]
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Now Old Dunny was an outlaw he had 
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grown so awful wild
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He could paw the white out of the 
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moon every jump for a mile.
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And he always stood right still, 
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just like he didn't know
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Until he was saddled and ready 
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for to go.

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Now the stranger hit the saddle, 
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and old Dunny quit the earth,
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He went straight up in the air for 
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all that he was worth.
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A-bawlin and a-squalin, and 
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having a wall-eyed fit,
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With his hind feet perpendicular, 
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and his front ones in the bit.

[Verse 5]
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Now we could see the tops of trees
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 beneath him every jump,
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But the stranger he was growed 
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there just like the camel's hump;
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And he sat up there upon him and 
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curled his black moustache,
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Just like a summer boarder 
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a-waiting for his hash.

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Now he thumped him in the 
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shoulders and spurred him when he 
whirled,
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He showed us flunky punchers he's 
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the wolf of this old world.
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and when he had dismounted once 
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again upon the ground,
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Why we knew he was a thoroughbred 
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and not a gent from town.

[Verse 6]
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Now the boss he was standing and a 
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watching all the show,
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He walks right up to him and he 
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asks him not to go
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"If you can use the lasso like you
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 rode the Zebra Dun,
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Then you're the man I've looked for
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 ever since the year of one."

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Well he could use a lasso and he 
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didn't do it slow;
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The cattle they stampeded he was 
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always on the go.
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A one thing and a sure thing that
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 I learned since I was born,
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Every educated feller he ain't a 
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plumb greenhorn!