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I’m up in the mornin’ afore daylight

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nd afore I sleep the moon shines bright.

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o chaps and no slicker, and it’s pouring down rain,

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nd I swear, by God, that I’ll never night-herd again.

Oh, it’s bacon and beans most every day—

I’d as soon be a-eatin’ prairie hay.

I went to the boss to draw my roll,

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e had it figured out I was nine dollars in the hole.

I’ll sell my horse and I’ll sell my saddle;

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ou can go to hell with your longhorn cattle.

Anonymous “Texas lullaby” made up and changed

continuously by Texas cowboys going over the Chisholm Trail