Looking to the words to a folky song I heard somewhere but haven't been able to find. I remember one of the verses:

When he was a cowboy, he learned to throw the line
He learned to pocket money, and how to dress so fine
He went out on the prairie and learned to kill and steal
Oh and when he killed a cowboy, how happy he did feel
For working he's not able, and for beggin' he's too low
But killin' is so dreadful, to the gallows he must go

Does anyone have the rest of this song or know any more about it?