Sung by: Ollie (Mrs. Oscar) Gilbert
Recorded in Timbo, AR, 7/18/53

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Come, all you western cowboys,
Bound on this 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,
That fill in my blue eyes.
I'll never forget my darling girl,
Her mama's sweetest child.

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 kind old mother
To grieve and to mourn,
To be a roving cowboy
And with the cattle roam.

I've tried those streets of Ramalee;
I know their portions well.
I've crossed the Rocky Mountains,
Where many of a brave boy fell.
I've seen those western country
Where Indians, cruel and wild.
I'll never forget my darling girl;
I'll love her 'til I die.

Come, all ye western cowboys
Bound on this sober land.
Come one and each and all of you;
I'll take the parting hand.
I'll going to quit the wild West,
The bleak and stormy plain,
And bid farewell to cowdriving
And quit the western range.

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

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