- Coming to Town
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- Two cowboys from up around the
bends
- Drove mustangs into a town that
sends
- Greetings to strangers like long
lost friends
- Whose next good time on them
depends
-
- The mayor had asked em to come to
town
- "Bring a big old herd when you
come down
- we're celebratin' to bust the
frown
- of the hardest immigrant sittin'
around
-
- show em how you rope brutes
fast
- and sit on board while they
buck you past
- thoughts you had about how you'd
last
- while taming tornadoes from a tall
ships mast."
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- Now those two boys from a far off
ranch
- Thought nesters could use a one
time chance
- To see how cowboys make horses
dance
- When they ride em wearing leather
pants
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- So the boys rode fast with the
herd ahead
- Popping quirts with no words
said
- Hooves and dirt kicking high
instead
- Runnin' to the fence where they
was led
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- If you'd a seen them boys with
their wild rags
- Their hats blowin' off like paper
bags
- Cutting out a horse while they all
zig zags
- You'd a hollered loudÉthere
weren't no nags
-
- They roped and rode, then stood
their ground
- And challenged any farm boy
hanging round
- "Come on you busters you've made a
sound
- ride a hairy beast and you'll be
crowned
-
- could a farmer ride the kicking
brute?
- The cowboys crowed like a magical
flute
- That drew a challenger to yell out
"Shoot!"
- I'll ride your hard case without a
boot."
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- The crowd went wild and popped
their collars
- The cowboys smiled amid the
hollers
- That farm boy had wrestled where
the large hog wallers
- So he forked a bronc and won five
dollars
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