Cowboy’s wild song to his herd    (video)

 

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1. One beautiful night when the moon was full,

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    and the air was crisp and clear,

         C                            F

    a cowboy lay on the starlit plain,

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    and thought of his home so dear.

 

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2. He thought of his mother he loved so well,

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    and his slumber of sleep was blurred,

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    not a sound to be heard but those of the night,

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    as he sang a wild song to his herd.

 

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3. The cattle are lying so quiet and still

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    on a carpet that mantels the west,

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    while the golden lanes from the sky of night

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    sing peace to the cowboy’s breast.

 

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4. Still he thinks of his mother in a faraway land,

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    and his thoughts by his memory was stirred,

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    and he sees himself to the old home again,

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    as he sang a wild song to his herd.

 

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5. He's far from the din of the city noise,

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    where the lights of folly do shine,

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    he's far from the jaws of the dives of sin,

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    and the flow of sparkling wine.

 

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6. He's in the great West with its mantle of green,

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    where his neighbors say never a word,

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    a land of narrow ridge of mountains and plains,

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    where a cowboy sings low to his herd.

 

Recorded  12/11/34 Camden, NJ

 

(orig. = capo 1st)    (The Carter Family)