One day I thought I would
have some fun,
I'd see how punching cows was done.
So the week of the cattle run,
I cornered the cattle king.
Says he, my foreman has gone to town,
He's in a saloon, his name is Brown.
Look him up and he'll take you down,
Says I, that's just the thing.
We started for the ranch next day,
Brown he talked to me all the way.
He says, punchin' cows is play,
why it isn't work at all.
All you gotta do is ride as easy
as floatin' with the tide.
That son of a gun, how he lied,
he certainly had his gall.
Sometimes the cattle would make a break
Out across the plains they would take
Like they was racin' for a stake
Or maybe a raisin' pay
Sometimes my horse
would stumble and fall
And I couldn't stop myself at all
I'd fly through the air like a cannonball
Till the ground come up my way
Then they tied me on to an old greyhack
With saddle -horns upon his back.
They bedded me down with a gunny -sack
And pillows and blankets all.
When I got on him he left the ground,
He went up in the air
and he circled around.
I fell off, I busted the ground,
Oh, brother, was that a fall!
Well, they picked me up
and they carried me in,
They rubbed me down
with a rolling pin.
That's the way they all begin,
You're do ing fine, said Brown,
And tomorrow morning,
if you don't die,
I'll give you another horse to try.
Do you mind if I walk, says I,
A cowboy walk, you're fired,
get back to town.
Well, I traveled up and I traveled down,
Lived in cities, I lived in the town,
Traveled the whole wide
world around,
I've got this much to say.
Before you go cow punch and
kiss your wife,
Put a heavy insurance upon your life,
Then cut your throat with a butcher knife,
It's easier to die that way. you