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Come all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may be
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My tale is of the nineties, when the west was wild and free
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South Texas Brewster county, and early work was a goin' on
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Three thousand head of cattle, thrown together in the dawn

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Now the biggest outfits of that time were Wentworth and Dubois
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Their rep was a man named Gilleland sent to represent their law
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A man of pride and arrogance, he's oft described that way
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And he set the wheels in motion for the horror of that day

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Now on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry Pogh
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And the roundup boss agreed, said with Henry he should go
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Fine Gilleland loped over and cried produce the mama cow
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Or you'll play hell a takin her and we'll settle her here and
now

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When Henry Pogh and Gilleland met in the center of the herd
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Tragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their words
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But when the dust had settled on that January day
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Henry Pogh was found gunned down; Gilleland rode hard away

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So the boys dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his
hide
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And January twenty on the maverick's other side
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Then they turned him loose to wander like some phantom of the
plains
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In Texas on the full of the moon his legend still remains
(This last verse is slowed down)
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Out on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of dawn
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The ghost steer comes a glidin', then suddenly he's gone
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Still searchin' for the cowboys that placed a curse upon his
hide
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Doomed to roam eternity, murder branded on his hide