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The Railroad Corral (John Mills Hanson) We're up in the morning at breaking of day, The chuck wagon's busy, the thapjacks in play. The herd is astir over hilside and vale With the night riders crowding them onto the trail. Come take up your cinches and shake out your reins, Come wake your old bronco and break for the plains. Come roust out your steers from the long chaparral For the outfit is off to the railroad corral. The sun circles upward, the steers as they plod Are pounding to powder the hot prairie sod. And it seems, as the dust makes you dizzy and sick That we'll never reach noon and the cool shady creek. But tie up your kerchief and ply up your nag Come dry up your grumbles and try not to lag. Come drive out your steers from the long chaparral For we're far on the road to the railroad corral. The afternoon shadows are starting to lean, When the chuck wagon sticks in a marshy ravine. The herd scatters farther than vision can look You can bet all the punchers will help out the cook. Come shake out your rawhide and shake it up fair Come break your old bronco and take in your share. Come roust out your steers from the long chapparal For its all in the drive to the railroad corral. But the longest of days must reach evening at last, The hills are all climbed and the creeks are all passed. The tired herd droops in the yellowing light Let 'em loaf if they will, for the railroad's in sight. So flap up your holster and snap up your belt And strap up your saddle whose lap you have felt. Good bye to the steers from the long chapparal There's a town that's a trump by the railroad corral. Note: First published as "Cowboy Song" in 1910. Lomax, apparently not aware of the source, included it in his first collection of cowboy songs. RG From He Was Singin' This Song, Tinsley RG
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