Robert van Carr Cowboy Lyrics Roundup

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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. How<br><br>I'd like to meet you anywhere,<br>Along the sunset trail;<br>And roll with you a cigarette,<br>And hear a range-land tale.<br>I'd like to hear you drawlin' speak<br>That word that rhymes with cow,<br>And tastes of sage and alkali -<br>That little old word How.<br><br>I'd like to sight you from a raise<br>Upon the Big Divide;<br>I bet I'd know you from the way -<br>The reckless way you ride.<br>I bet I'd yell - Aw, blame the luck!<br>I'd give the world jes' now,<br>To hear the pound of hoofbeats and<br>That little old word How.<br><br>Fer charmed, I'm sure, and soft handshake<br>Of high society,<br>Someway, don't never git its rope<br>Upon the heart o' me.<br>I want to beat you on the back,<br>In joyous, friendly row,<br>And call you names - I want to hear<br>That little old word How.