Songs Of The Kingwood Kowboy

January Cowboy (Larry W Jones 10/23/2019) (song #7650)

The January cowboy rides in a coat of oiled leather

The February cowboy holds down his hat with a firm hand

The cowboy of March looks for clear signs of better weather

The April cowboy stokes the fire for the flaming hot brand

The cowboy of May dresses up in duds for the barn dance

And the June cowboy drives the longhorn herd along the trail

The July cowboy spurs the sides to make his pony prance

And the cowboy of August hides from the thunderstorm’s hail

(Instrumental)

The September cowboy drives the last herd in the new Fall

And the October cowboy feels the frost on his shoulder

The cowboy of November sings songs with a southern drawl

While the December cowboy feels like he’s five years older

The January cowboy looks back at eleven brothers

As he begins his new ride in a coat of oiled leather

Oh, how long will the January cowboy and his brothers

Ride the wide ranges of the West, will it be forever

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Out To Pasture Now (Larry W Jones 10/22/2019) (song #7649)

The county clerk has had his say

A ranch is sold if it doesn’t pay

And I’m too old the note to pay

I’m out to pasture now

I’ve owned this ranch many a day

Good cowboys came from miles away

They’re all gone and my hair is gray

I’m out to pasture now

Guess I know how a buckboard feels

When tumbleweeds cover its wheels

Can’t pay for the court of appeals

I’m out to pasture now

So I’ll give old Dan one more ride

Hang my saddle and hang my pride

The fire to fight done gone and died

I’m out to pasture now

A good tax man has often said

Count income or you’ll be in red

I did, it was all overhead

I’m out to pasture now

My money tree don’t bear no fruit

I’m too old for rodeo chutes

I’ll just say I don’t give a hoot

I’m out to pasture now

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I Pastured Up My Chance To Herd Her (Larry W Jones 10/20/20190 (song #7648)

I was a cowboy and she was a cowgirl

Working at one-trick Dan’s wild horses spread

Somewhere twixt horse biscuits and hayfever

Someroan wrangled her from Dan’s ranch and fled

Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her

That dude lassoed her with words so bovine

And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof

Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine

(Instrumental)

He ponied up and horsed around the ring

I trough that she cud see through his foaling

Neigh I’m horse from crying and whinnying

She pelt for his horse play like a real foal

Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her

That dude lassoed her with words so bovine

And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof

Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine

(Instrtumental)

If my heart gets stable-ised then I cud

Get hoof a leg up and end this night mare

Because neigh A-mare-ican cowboy should

Ever be colt with no sweet filly there

Boys, I pastured up my chance to herd her

That dude lassoed her with words so bovine

And then they rode off the ranch in a hoof

Oh no, now she’ll never be my equine

I’m only hoof finished but it’s time to hit the hay

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Barrel Of Beer (Larry W Jones 10/19/2019) (song #7647)

Now, often I’ve mentioned though not with intention

That a barrel of beer is better if emptied

So, I’ll get to the point of what I really want

If you’ll roll out the barrel someone invented

I like a barrel of beer when emptied

Makes me feel tranquil (beer he can handle)

Eighty proof rye I never buy because

I don’t deny the high price makes me pause

But with a barrel of beer I’m tempted

I like a barrel of beer when emptied

Makes me feel tranquil (beer he can handle)

Now, my spouse in the house says I look like a louse

When we go out to eat she orders a sweet treat

Oh, she likes triple sec but what the heck my dear

I ask if the waiter has a barrel of beer

I like a barrel of beer when emptied

Makes me feel tranquil (beer he can handle)

Eighty proof rye I never buy because

I don’t deny the high price makes me pause

But with a barrel of beer I’m tempted

I like a barrel of beer when emptied

Makes me feel tranquil (beer he can handle)

Now, night before last I dreamed that my life had passed

And that I had gone to some fair sweet bye and bye

A pub was quite near and they had barrels of beer

But when I got one empty I smelled like rye

I like a barrel of beer when emptied

Makes me feel tranquil (beer he can handle)

Eighty proof rye I never buy because

I don’t deny the high price makes me pause

But with a barrel of beer I’m tempted

I like a barrel of beer when emptied

Makes me feel tranquil (beer he can handle)

A barrel of beer I can handle

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Music That Was Mine Yesterday (Larry W Jones 10/18/2019) (song #7646)

Yesterday the closed lotus bud had grown to full bloom

Like music that filled my now empty halls and dark rooms

Your sweet love was the music that since has gone away

Time won’t erase the music that was mine yesterday

You were a roamer and now I’m a loner

Alone with music I only will sing

Together we made music for dancing

That happy yesterday will never bring

(Instrumental)

Yesterday the closed lotus bud had grown to full bloom

Like music that filled my now empty halls and dark rooms

Your sweet love was the music that since has gone away

Time won’t erase the music that was mine yesterday

Now I must be satisfied with splendors

That live in memories of the long past

Memories that forever will linger

In yesterday for love we thought would last

(Instrumental)

Yesterday the closed lotus bud had grown to full bloom

Like music that filled my now empty halls and dark rooms

Your sweet love was the music that since has gone away

Time won’t erase the music that was mine yesterday

Yesterday the closed lotus bud had grown to full bloom

Like music that filled my now empty halls and dark rooms

Your sweet love was the music that since has gone away

Time won’t erase the music that was mine yesterday

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Sobre Las Olas Over The Waves (Larry W Jones 10/16/2019) (song #7645)

Sometimes when life’s problems pursued me

When days were dreary and skies were gray

Daddy’s fiddle often played to me

Sobre Las Olas Over The Waves

Sobre las olas un barco va

Over the waves I waltz far away

Como la gente de mi ciudad

Sobre las olas I play today

(Instrumental)

I remember the old red schoolhouse

Folks would come for the Saturday dance

It ended for a man and his spouse

With Sobre Las Olas for romance

Sobre las olas un barco va

Over the waves I waltz far away

Como la gente de mi ciudad

Sobre las olas I play today

(Instrumental)

Y muy feliz me siento

How happy I feel hearing that waltz

Sobre Las Olas Over The Waves

Back to those days go all of my thoughts

Sobre las olas un barco va

Over the waves I waltz far away

Como la gente de mi ciudad

Sobre las olas I play today

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Great Hall Of Memories (Larry W Jones 10/16/2019) (song #7644)

If you see a lonely man named Dan

Please try to cheer him up if you can

On the fly his darlin’ said goodbye

Now he cries and here’s the reason why

I’m in the Great Hall of Memories

Love was a great documentary

But now it’s too late for her and me

I’m in the Great Hall of Memories

(Instrumental)

He never thought their love would grow dim

He loved her and thought that she loved him

He can’t help it when the teardrops flow

If you ask Dan why he’ll let you know

I’m in the Great Hall of Memories

Love was a great documentary

But now it’s too late for her and me

I’m in the Great Hall of Memories

(Instrumental)

I’m in the Great Hall of Memories

Love was a great documentary

But now it’s too late for her and me

I’m in the Great Hall of Memories

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In The Old Armadillo Saloon (Larry W Jones 10/15/2019) (song #7643)

Well, I just thought about calling

And maybe I will do that soon

But right now dear, tears are falling

In the old Armadillo Saloon

If you’re ever in Amarillo

Darling, I hope it will be in June

You could dry up a weeping willow

In the old Armadillo Saloon

In here they play on their old guitars

Sad sad songs about those long lost days

And from the jukebox the same sad tunes

In the old Armadillo Saloon

(Instrumental)

Well, I just thought about calling

And maybe I will do that soon

But right now dear, tears are falling

In the old Armadillo Saloon

If you’re ever in Amarillo

Darling, I hope it will be in June

You could dry up a weeping willow

In the old Armadillo Saloon

If you’re ever in Amarillo

You’ll find me, dear you’ll find me right here

In the old Armadillo Saloon

In the old Armadillo Saloon

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First Day Of Moose Season (Larry W Jones 10/13/2019) (song #7642)

I recall with no good reason

T’was the first day of moose season

Fall came upon me bright and clear

Got my rifle down with my gear

Got my quota as I deduce

One Mountie, one Marshall, one Ranger and a moose

Maybe my mind was in a daze

And my eyes had a fine haze

Or maybe that full hunter’s moon

Made me as crazy as a loon

Guess I’ve run out of no excuse

One Mountie, one Marshall, one Ranger and a moose

(Instrumental)

Canadian law’s down in writing

Took away my hunting license

They took them off my truck fender

Said their hides I couldn’t render

And that I might swing by a noose

One Mountie, one Marshall, one Ranger and a moose

Folks still ask me how I did it

I didn’t know they forbid it

But if you hear a big buck snort

Just shoot first then empty the quart

They’re all mounted on plaques of spruce

One Mountie, one Marshall, one Ranger and a moose

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Hobo Bill Lullaby (Larry W Jones 10/13/2019) (song #7641)

Drift off to sleep Bill, you lowly hobo

Let the wide world roll slowly by

Long rails of steel you will follow

To the Hobo Bill lullaby

Don’t keep tomorrow on your mind

For that new day will come and go

In your warm boxcar you will find

That you will sleep through cold and snow

(Instrumental)

Railroad bulls may cause you trouble

They do their job with live or die

But tonight in hay you’ll huddle

To the Hobo Bill lullaby

Hobo Bill, don’t you be troubled

You’re not the only hobo bum

Your old mother mends your duffle

To the Hobo Bill lullaby

Drift off to sleep Bill, you lowly hobo

To the Hobo Bill lullaby

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