DIXIE COWBOY is the last Cowboy Lyrics for a little...need to move on along the trail...but I love the rhythms here, though they be dry as the range on a hot, herdin' day....

DIXIE COWBOY

You know Bogaloosa is quite far aways
Goin' East of this Ranch - and his story
Is lost in some bayou all green in the light
Of old moss-covered oaks in their glory...
For a man who was born in the heat of the day
In a small town down South by the Gulf:
Ain't ever known luck that weren't usually washed-down
With a glass of that hard bon temps-stuff....

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When they call him, they call him
A Sweet Dixie Cowboy
But really the Man's jus' an
Ol' Cajun Boy
Just give him his pinto to
Saddle - he'll ride out
To do jus' 'bout anything
That brings him Joy
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You can't pole a piroque out there on the range
Ain't no green alligators to fright you
But you jus' don't belong with those East Texas dudes
Til you beat half ta hell those who fight you!
For a Cowboy's a ranch-hand no matter his name
An' his past is jus' always the past...
So he's eatin' his beans but he's thinkin' of gumbo -
This dang dry, poor luck can not last!
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His beb is la plus belle fille du monde -
That means she's the best in the world, you can see!
His cheval's his cher - yeah, that pinto's his whole life -
The range is less lonely with both of em there....
That patch on his jacket's Confederate colors -
Yeah, he is a Dixie boy: red, white, and blue...
Still, Cowboy's his handle and Cajun's his People:
For the range and the herdin' he'll always work true....

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