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Dave Stamey - Buckaroo Man lyrics
Sleep in a bed role of canvas No-see-ums feed on your ears Wind blows the dust just like buckshot And I ain't never seen it rain much out here Smell your own sweat in the evenin' Wash up at the galvanized tank Nearst town forty miles The cook here he don't smile And all these young horses are rank But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo I whoppy tie one on when I can My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much But I'm sure enough, a Buckaroo Man Cold fingers stiff in the mornin' By noon it's a hundred and three Five year old slicks in the canyon And never a hint of a breeze Jug-headed hollow-back ponies Provide all with hours of grief There's snakes in the shade Choya on the grade And a half a ton of grit between my teeth But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo I whoppy tie one on when I can My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much But I'm sure enough, a Buckaroo Man But come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo I whoppy tie one on when I can My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much But I'm sure enough, a Buckaroo Man I said come a ty yi yipee I O, on the back of my Caballo I whoppy tie one on when I can My spurs they don't ring much, I never did sing much But I'm sure enough, a Buckaroo Man ... a Buckaroo Man |
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