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MY LOVE IS A RIDER My love is a rider, wild broncos he breaks But he's promised to stop it and just for my sake He ties up one foot and the saddle puts on With a skip and a jump he is mounted and gone The first time I saw him was early one spring He was riding a bronco, a high-headed thing He tipped me a wink as he gaily did go For he wished me to look at his bucking bronco The next time I saw him was late in the fall He was swinging the ladies at Tomlinson's hall We laughed and we talked as we danced to and fro He promised never to ride on another bronco He made me a present, among them a ring But that which I gave him was a far better thing 'Twas a young maiden's heart, and I want you to know He won it while riding his bucking bronco Come all you young maidens, where'er you reside Beware of the cowboy who swings the rawhide He'll court you and then he will leave you and go Up the trail in the spring on his bucking bronco @cowboy @American filename[ BUCKBRN2 JN oct96 |
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