I’m up in the mornin’ afore daylight
nd afore I sleep the moon shines bright.
o chaps and no slicker, and it’s pouring down rain,
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,
e had it figured out I was nine dollars in the hole.
I’ll sell my horse and I’ll sell my saddle;
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