Sung by: Ollie Gilbert
Recorded in Mountain View, AR 7/26/63

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Come, all you western cowboys,
Bound on the sober land.
A story I will tell you,
While you around me stand.
I'm going to the wild west,
The bleak and stormy plain,
Where Indian lore'll lead me;
I'll never return again.

I've left my home and friends so true,
A many a parting tear
My father following, saying, "My boy,
My boy, my boy, I fear.
May God protect and guide thee,
And never leave alone,
And bring my wandering boy back
To his own native home."

A little girl, so fond and true,
Set closely by my side.
She promised me so faithful
That she would be my bride.
I kissed away the tears that flow,
A-filling my blue eyes.
I'll never forget my darling girl;
I'll love her 'til I die.

Oh, sweetheart, dear sweetheart,
It's for your sake alone
I've left my native country,
My parents and my home.
I've left my dear old mother
To grieve and to mourn,
To be a roving cowboy
And with the cattle roam.

I tried those streets . . .
I know their portions well.
I've crossed the Rocky Mountains,
Where many a brave boy fell.
I've seen those western country,
Where Indians cruel and wild.
I'll never forget my darling girl,
Her Mommy's sweetest child.

Come, all you western cowboys,
Bound on the sober land.
Come, one and each and all of you,
Take the parting hand.
I'm a-going to quit the wild west,
The bleak and stormy plain,
And bid farewell to cow driving
And quit the western rain.

Also found in Randolph, Vol. II, #180, "Come All Ye Lonesome Cowboys."

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