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The Killers - The Cowboy's Christmas Ball

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Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's waters flowWhere the cattle are "a-browsing" and the Spanish ponies growWhere the Northers "come a-whistling" from beyond the Neutral StripAnd the prairie dogs are sneezing, as if they had "The Grip"Where the coyotes come a-howling around the ranches after darkAnd the bluebirds are a-singing to the lovely "meadow lark"Where the bighorns are a-grazing and the lonely plovers call —It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball"(Whoo!)
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in pilesThe ladies — "kind of scattering" — had gathered in for milesThe room was togged out gorgeous – with mistletoe and shawlsAnd candles flickered frescoes, around the airy wallsThe women folk looked lovely – the boys looked kinda treedTill the leader got to yelling: "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"And the music started sighing, and availing through the hallAs a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys Christmas Ball"
Their leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranchThey called him "Windy Billy," from "little Dead man's Branch"His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled bootsHe had the reputation that come when "a fellers shoots"His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous heightHis feet were animated an' a mighty, moving sightWhen he commenced to hollering, "Now, fellers stake your pen!""Lock horns with all them heifers, and Russel them like men"Salute yer lovely critters; now swing and let them go"Climb the grape vine around them — all hands do-ce-do!"You Mavericks, join the round-up – Just skip her waterfall"Huh! It was getting happy, The Cowboys Christmas Ball
Don't tell me about cotillions, or Germans, no sirree!That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with meI'm sick of lazy shuffling's, of them I've had my fillJust Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Old Bill
Mc Allister isn't nowhere, when Windy leads the showI've seen them both in harness, and so I sorta knowOh, Bill, I shall not forget you, and I'll oftentimes recallThat lively gaited soiree — "The Cowboys Christmas Ball"
Oh, Bill, I shall not forget you, and I'll oftentimes recallThat lively gaited soiree — "The Cowboys Christmas Ball"