THE MORMON COWBOY

I am a Mormon cowboy Utah is my home
Tucson Arizona is the first place I did roam 
And then into El Capitan a place you all know well 
To describe that brushy country no mortal tongue can tell 

I was at the old post office when a maid come riding down
She rode a bronco pony and was soon upon the ground
She gave to each and every man an invitation grand
Inviting us to a grand ball at the old el capitan

So we all went to the dance that night at the schoolhouse by the road
Many folks come from Dripping Springs and many come from Globe
The music they brought with them I never shall forget
Twas a colored man with his guitar I can hear him playing yet

There were many married women there and single gals too
I soon became acquainted with all except a few
The cowboys in their high-heeled boots were leading the grand march
While the city dudes soon followed with their collars stiff with starch

After dancing two or three sets I went outside to cool
But every bush that I passed by was loaded with white mule
They finally finished supper it was a quarter past one
I heard a fight had broken out each cowboy pulled his gun

There was a little cowpuncher his eyes were flashing fire
He said he was the ramrod at a ranch called Bar-X-bar
I started for my pony, the guns were flashing fast
Then I heard the cowboys shouting we broke it up at last

But I bid farwell to my new found friends and a place called El Capitan
The fairest faces I ever saw was in this proud and happy band
I climbed into my saddle and started out for home
I made up my mind right there and then I never more would roam