You hear a lot of stories of Amish treating horses poorly.
Sam Bass was born in Indiana, it was his native home, And at the age of seventeen, young Sam began to roam. Sam first came out to Texas a cowboy for to be A kinder-hearted fellow you seldom ever see.
Sam used to deal in race stock, one called the Denton mare; He matched her in scrub races and took her to the fair. Sam used to coin the money and spent it just as free, He always drank good whiskey wherever he might be. Sam left the Collins ranch in the merry month of May With a herd of Texas cattle the Black Hills for to see, Sold out in Custer City and then got on a spree- A harder set of cowboys you seldom ever see.
On their way back to Texas they robbed the U. Joe Collins and his partner were overtaken soon, With all their hard-earned money they had to meet their doom. Sam made it back to Texas all right side up with care; Rode into the town of Denton with all his friends to share.
Sam's life was short in Texas; three robberies did he do: He robbed all the passenger, mail, and express cars too.
Sam had four companions-four bold and daring lads- They were Richardson, Jackson, Joe Collins, and Old Dad; Four more bold and daring cowboys the rangers never knew, They whipped the Texas Rangers and ran the boys in blue.
Sam had another companion, called Arkansas for short, Was shot by a Texas Ranger by the name of Thomas Floyd; Oh, Tom is a big six-footer and thinks he's mighty fly, But I can tell you his racket-he's a deadbeat on the sly. Jim Murphy was arrested and then released on bail He jumped his bond at Tyler and then took the train for Terrell; But Mayor Jones had posted Jim and that was all a stall, 'Twas was only a plan to capture Sam before Violence in all the pretty horses coming fall.
Sam met his fate at Round Rock, July the twenty-first, They pierced poor Sam with rifle balls and emptied out his purse, Poor Sam he is a corpse and six foot under clay, And Jackson's in the bushes trying to get away.
Jim bad borrowed Sam's good gold and didn't want to pay, The only shot he saw was to give poor Sam away. He sold out Sam and Barnes and left their friends to mourn Oh, what a scorching Jim will get when Gabriel blows his horn. And so he sold out Sam and Barnes and left their friends to mourn, Oh, what a scorching Jim will get when Gabriel blows his horn.
Perhaps he's got to heaven, there's none of us can say But if I'm right in my surmise he's gone the other way. Deep within my heart lies a melody, A song of old San Antone.
Where in dreams I live with a memory, Beneath the stars all alone. It was there I found beside the Alamo, Enchantment strange as the blue up above. A moonlit pass only she would know, Still hears my broken song of love.
Moon in all your splendor, know only my heart.
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone. Lips so sweet and tender like petals falling apart. Speak once again of my love, my own. I was laying round town just spending my time, Out of a job and not makin' a dime When up steps a feller and says, "I suppose That you're a bronc rider by the look of your clothes?
Do you happen to have any bad ones to tame? He says this old pony has never been rode And the man that gets on him is bound to be throwed. I gets all excited and I ask what he pays To ride this old pony for a couple of days.
He say's "ten dollars. I'll give you a chance. We waited till morning, right after chuck I went out to see if that outlaw could buck.
Down in the corral, a-standin' alone, Was this little old caballo, a strawberry roan. He had little pin ears that touched at the tip And a big forty-four brand was on his left hip. He was u-necked a old with a long lower jaw- You could tell at a glance he was a regular outlaw.
I buckled on my spurs, I was feeling plumb fine, I pulled down my hat and curls up my twine, I threw the loop on him, right well I knew then, Before I had rode him I'd sure earn my ten. I got the blind on him with a terrible fight, Cinched on the saddle and girded it tight; Then I steps up on him and pulled down the blind And sat there in the saddle to see him unwind.
He bowed his old neck and I'll say he unwound, He seemed to quit living down there on the ground; He went up to the east and came down to the west With me in the saddle a doin' my best.
He sure was frog walkin', I heaved a big sigh, He only lacked wings for to be on the fly; He turned his old belly right up to the sun, for he was a sun fishin' son of a gun.
He was the worst bronco I've seen on the range, He could turn on a nickel and leave you some change.
While he was buckin' he squalled like a shoat, I tell you that outlaw, he sure got my goat. I tell all the people that pony could step And I was still on him a-buildin' a rep; He came down on all fours and turned up his side, I don't see how he kept from losin' his hide.
I lost my stirrup, I lost my hat, I was a pullin' at leather as blind as a bat; With a phenomenal jump he made a high dive And set me a-winding up there through the sky.All the Pretty Horses: Theme Analysis, Free Study Guides and book notes including comprehensive chapter analysis, complete summary analysis, author biography information, character profiles, theme analysis, metaphor analysis, and top ten quotes on classic literature.
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Sometimes it's hard to remember the lyrics for all those traditional old cowboy and Western songs no matter how hard we try. Here are the words for some of the classic songs as well as the words for the songs you may not hear anymore.
PS: I wanted to mention, but omitted, that an unequivocal commitment to non-violence makes it easier to isolate and identify agents provocateurs (like the appalling Patrick Howley), and hooligans like the rioters in Rome (a mixture of self-styled anarchists and rightwing soccer thugs according to the NYT).