Riders Lament

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When i was a cowboy, i learned to 
throw the line
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Learned to pocket money, and not to 
dress so fine
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When that uncle turned me, i learned
 to rob and steal
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When i'm round the cowboy, ill help 
the oven feel

[Verse 2]
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For workin my able, and beggin is 
too low
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Stealin is so dreadful, to jail i 
will go
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Yonder comes the jailer, no he 
didn't come to tea
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He knows that i am guilty, i am 
bound to go with he

[Verse 3]
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I heard the jailor  comin, with a 
darn big bunch of keys
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One little pull of cornbread and a 
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darn big bunch of peas
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Cheer up cheer up little prisoners, 
i hear the jailor say
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Were bound for dallas county, for 
seven long years to stay

[Verse 4]
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I wore my brand new cow girl, my 
boots and saddle were fine
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When i view them pretty girls, you 
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bet i call them mine
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A view of the awful beauties, oh 
lord it was a dream
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Im bound to dallas county, to wear 
the ball and chain

[Verse 5]
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I heard my darlin comin, ten dollars
 in her hand
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She said, give it too the cowboy,
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 tis all that i command
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Give it to me the cowboy, and never 
in his time
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He wont forget his gal he left so 
far behind

[Verse 6]
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When i was a cowboy i learned to 
throw the line
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Learned to pocket money and not 
           D
to dress so fine
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When i that old gee perry and 
learned to rob and steal
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When i robbed a cowboy, i had the 
ugly feel