Songs Of The Kingwood Kowboy

Black Hills Gold (Larry W. Jones 01/11/2012) (song #6532)

Listen pals and you’ll pity my sad tale

I’m sickly and I’m lookin’ mighty pale

I gave up my job with its fancy frills

To hunt gold in South Dakota’s Black Hills

Listen pals, don’t go, stay a common man

And stay away from that old town Cheyenne

Cause there’s Outlaw Will and Comanche Bill

Who’ll take more than your gold in the Black Hills

The round-house at Cheyenne is full at night

Full of drifters in search of men in plight

Their clothes are ragged with pockets to fill

With the gold you carry from the Black Hills

(instrumental)

Listen pals, I went to Cheyenne for gold to find

All I found were mem’ries I left behind

Through hail and snow and rain up to the gills

I became an orphan in the Black Hills

So pals, listen to advice I’ll unfold

Don’t go to Cheyenne a-huntin’ for gold

Cause only the railroad’s pockets you’ll fill

Hunting gold in South Dakota’s Black Hills

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I Only Hear My Heartbeats For You (Larry W. Jones 01/11/2012) (song #6531)

There’s a big jackhammer beating nearby

But just where it is I haven’t a clue

I know it’s near and I feel its war cry

But I only hear my heartbeats for you

There’s a big flock of geese flying up high

Oh, I know they’re somewhere up in the blue

I’m told they sound loud when they’re on the fly

But I only hear my heartbeats for you

I see we’re in a beautiful garden

Just off a crowded street or avenue

Where there must be a lot of commotion

But I only hear my heartbeats for you

(instrumental)

There’s a big flock of geese flying up high

Oh, I know they’re somewhere up in the blue

I’m told they sound loud when they’re on the fly

But I only hear my heartbeats for you

I see we’re in a beautiful garden

Just off a crowded street or avenue

Where there must be a lot of commotion

But I only hear my heartbeats for you

Dear, I only hear my heartbeats for you

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It’s Coming Onto Spring (Larry W. Jones 01/11/2012) (song #6530)

Well boys, it’s coming onto Spring

So it’s time to tune up and sing

About the greening of the pastures in the sun

And the sound of the birds and roundup of the herds

Tune up your whistles, everyone

Oh my, the sun’s a-shinin’ in the sky

Old Man Winter is biddin’ us goodbye

The air is gettin’ warmer, don’t you say

I’m informed it’s nigh on the month of May

And snow is meltin’ off the Great Divide

(instrumental)

Soon a cowboy sees redwing blackbirds in the trees

And that means the cold wind is held at bay

You cowboys know it’s time to say

Spring’s a-comin’, can’t you feel it

And this wool coat, it’s time to peel it

Well boys, it’s coming onto Spring

So it’s time to tune up and sing

About the greening of the pastures in the sun

And the sound of the birds and roundup of the herds

Tune up your whistles, everyone

Cause boys, it’s coming onto Spring

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Here Comes Paradise (Larry W. Jones 01/10/2012) (song #6529)

Here comes paradise, there is no disguise

With a heart that’s true and love in her eyes

Love in paradise is in store for me

Here comes paradise with her golden hair

It’s so nice to know that for me she cares

Each day and night she’s paradise to me

I was so lonesome til she came my way

But now I own some paradise today

(instrumental)

I was so lonesome til she came my way

But now I own some paradise today

Here comes paradise like the Summer warm

My heart is in song as we stroll along

Here comes paradise in a love that’s strong

Here comes paradise

Here comes paradise with her golden hair

Paradise is here with love in the air

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This Old Ranch (Larry W. Jones 01/10/2012) (song #6528)

I’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too long

Spring roundup’s come and gone and Summer’s hot and strong

I’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too long

And now it’s time for me to ride along

Mama wrote from Texas but Texas ain’t my home

Texas ain’t my home, no, Texas ain’t my home

Mama wrote from Texas but Texas ain’t my home

Cause I’ve been a bad outlaw too long

I’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too long

Spring roundup’s come and gone and Summer’s hot and strong

I’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too long

And now it’s time for me to ride along

Rangers and posse are ridin’ after me

Ridin’ after me, oh, they’re searchin’ hard for me

Rangers and posse are ridin’ after me

And now it’s time for me to ride along

I miss my Texas girl, miss her oh, so bad

Miss her oh, so bad, miss her oh, so bad

I miss my Texas girl, miss her oh, so bad

She’s back down in Texas feeling sad

I’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too long

Spring roundup’s come and gone and Summer’s hot and strong

I’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too long

And now it’s time for me to ride along

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Little Jimmy Dickens (Larry W. Jones 01/09/2012) (song #6527)

Little Jimmy Dickens is more than slim pickins’

It’s true, he may be little but he sure is loud

Jimmy Dickens, with that big Gibson he’s pickin’

Out Behind the Barn he draws a big country crowd

Little Jimmy Dickens wears a big western hat

And keeping it real country is his legacy

Little Jimmy Dickens has got his act down pat

He fills up the stage at the Grand Old Op-er-ree

Now, Jimmy Dickens is nobody’s Stepping Stone

Cause Jimmy said, Take An Old Cold Tater and Wait

And May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose

When that old Fireball Mail comes rolling down the grade

(instrumental)

Little Jimmy Dickens is more than slim pickins’

It’s true, he may be little but he sure is loud

Jimmy Dickens, with that big Gibson he’s pickin’

Out Behind the Barn he draws a big country crowd

Little Jimmy Dickens is a big country star

He’s engraved in the country music hall of fame

So, if you like real country, you can’t raise the bar

Cause Little Jimmy Dickens is his great big name

Little Jimmy Dickens, cowboy boots a-kickin’

He’s stickin’ to real country songs

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Welcome Sunshine (Larry W. Jones 01/07/2012) (song #6526)

(Welcome sunshine)

Welcome sunshine, well, don’t you know I love your smile

And don’t you cry sunshine, if I’m gone for awhile

I was so lonesome that I had tears almost start

Then I thought of you and felt bluebirds in my heart

Welcome sunshine, keep your bright eyes loving just me

And I will welcome blue skies anywhere I‘ll be

You don’t have to worry if I’m walking the line

The train’s stopped at the station, so welcome sunshine

(instrumental)

(Welcome sunshine)

Welcome sunshine, keep your bright eyes loving just me

And I will welcome blue skies anywhere I‘ll be

You don’t have to worry if I’m walking the line

The train’s stopped at the station, so welcome sunshine

You don’t have to worry if I’m walking the line

The train’s stopped at the station, so welcome sunshine

Welcome sunshine

Welcome my sunny sunshine

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Year Of Forty Nine (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6524)

Well, you’re gazing now at gold miner Jones

A left over from bygone days

But I want it known I’m still on my bones

And I ain’t here lookin’ for praise

It’s often my mind dreams of days grown old

And yes, it’s seems I do repine

For the days of old when we mined the gold

Back in the year of forty nine

My comrades I tell, they treated me well

Although they were a raunchy crew

They were as rough as grit I must admit

But they were miners brave and true

(instrumental)

When we were in a pinch, none gave an inch

I never heard them moan or whine

And just like good old men they all kicked in

Back in the year of forty nine

Now, of all the old miners I have known

There ain’t but one left here to boast

And I want it known I’m still on my bones

Although I’m looking like a ghost

Now, as I roam along from town to town

Old folks think I’m the next in line

Cause I’ve spent my gold from the days of old

Back in the year of forty nine

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Out On The Chisholm Trail (Larry W. Jones 01/05/2012) (song #6525)

Now, come all you wily cowboys who have no fright

Out in the rain and hail

Go and roundup the cattle from morning til night

Out on the Chisholm Trail

Your time will be dreadful for the life that you chose

Riding through heat and cold

You’ll be almost froze from the water on your clothes

And soaked in your bedroll

You’ll see bright flashes of lightning shine in your eyes

Out on the Chisholm Trail

Cowboys have to be brave and not afraid to die

There’s no room for the frail

You better think of your farms and its shanty charms

Your wife will wear a veil

Don’t sound an alarm or think you’ll be dry and warm

Out on the Chisholm Trail

Now, come all you wily cowboys who have no fright

Out in the rain and hail

Go and roundup the cattle from morning til night

Out on the Chisholm Trail

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Top Rail Roosters (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6523)

Well now, you top rail roosters think it’s fun

To jest sit up there and git nothin’ done

Yer line of blab is gittin’ hard to take

While I grab this wild coffin head to break

Ride ‘im you say, with talk that’s down right cheap

You top rail roosters couldn’t ride a sheep

Well boys, go on and blab, each one of you

I’ll take yer old jab and I’ll ride ‘im too

Well now boys, he’s quit his awful pitchin’

Now, which one of you might have the itchin’

Come round tomorrow, he’ll be just as tame

You top rail roosters will be just as lame

(instrumental)

Ride ‘im you say, with talk that’s down right cheap

You top rail roosters couldn’t ride a sheep

Well boys, go on and blab, each one of you

I’ll take yer old jab and I’ll ride ‘im too

Well, none of you boys will ever save face

And none of you will ever take my place

You’re top rail roosters, every one of you

And that’s about all you will ever do

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