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Silver Jack I was on the drive in Eighty Working under Silver Jack, Which the same is now in Jackson And ain't soon expected back, And there was a fellow 'mongst us By the name of Robert Waite; Kind of cute and smart and tonguey Guess he was a graduate. He could talk on any subject From the Bible down to Hoyle, And his words flowed out so easy, Just as smooth and slick as oil. He was what they call a sceptic; And he loved to sit and weave Hifalutin words together Tellin'what he didn't believe. One day (beside the campfire) We all were sittin'round Smokin'niggerhead tobacco And hearing Bob expound; Hell, he said, was all a humbug, And he made it plain as day That the Bible was a fable; And we 'lowed it looked that way. Miracles and such like Were too rank for him to stand, And as for him they called the Savior, He was just a common man. "You're a liar," someone shouted, And you've got to take it back." Then everybody started--- 'Twas the words of Silver Jack. And he cracked his fists together And he stacked his duds and cried, "'Twas in that thar religion That my mother lived and died; And though I haven't always Used the Lord exactly right, Yet when I hear a chump abuse him He's got to eat his words or fight." Now, this Bob he weren't no coward, And he answered bold and free: "Stack vour duds and cut your capers, For there ain't no flies on me." And they fit for forty minutes And the crowd would whoop and cheer When Jack spit up a tooth or two, Or when Bobby lost an ear. But at last Jack got him under And he slugged him oncet or twicet, And straightway Bob admitted The divinity of Christ. But Jack kept reasoning with him Till the poor cuss gave a yell And 'lowed he'd been mistaken In his views concerning hell. Then the fierce encounter ended And they riz up from the ground And some one brought a bottle out And kindly passed it round. And we drank to Bob's religion In a cheerful sort o' way, But the spread of infidelity Was checked in camp that day. From Cowboy Songs, Lomax No tune supplied; sings to When the Work's All Done this Fall or (for non-traditionalists) Wabash Cannonball or Puff the Magic Dragon RG DT #606 Laws C24 RG
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