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Artiste:
Killers, The
Titre:
The Cowboys' Christmas Ball
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Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's waters flow Where the cattle are a-browsin' an the Spanish ponies grow Where the Northers come a-whistlin' from beyond the Neutral Strip And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip" Where the coyotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely meadowlark Where the bighorns are a-grazin' 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 piles The ladies - kinda scatterin' - had gathered in for miles The room was togged out gorgeous with mistletoe and shawls And candles flickered frescoes around the airy walls The women folk looked lovely, the boys looked kinda treed Until the leader got to yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!" And the music started sighin', and awailin' through the hall As a kind of introduction to the Cowboys' Christmas Ball Their leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch They called him Windy Billy, from little Deadman's Branch His rig was kinda careless, big spurs and high-heeled boots He had the reputation that come when a feller shoots His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height His feet were animated and a mighty movin' sight When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers, stake your pen! Lock horns with all them heifers, and russle 'em like men Salute your lovely critters; now swing and let 'em go Climb the grapevine 'round 'em - all hands do-ce-do! You mavericks, join the round-up, just skip her waterfall" Huh! It was gettin' happy, the Cowboys' Christmas Ball Don't tell me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee! That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill Just give me a frontier breakdown, backed up by Wild ol' Bill McAllister ain't nowhere, when Windy leads the show I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know Oh Bill, I sha'n't forget you, and I'll oftentimes recall That lively gaited soiree - the Cowboys' Christmas Ball Oh Bill, I sha'n't forget you, and I'll oftentimes recall That lively gaited soiree - the Cowboys' Christmas Ball