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Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim

Q (Frank Staplin) 14 Jan 14 - 09:19 PM
Q (Frank Staplin) 14 Jan 14 - 09:24 PM
Q (Frank Staplin) 15 Jan 14 - 12:32 PM
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Subject: Lyr Add: REPLY TO THE LITTLE OLD SOD SHANTY ON THE
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 14 Jan 14 - 09:19 PM

The version in the DT Lyrics is a good representative of the "original" song; there are several versions and at least one answer to this ever-popular song.

Lyr. Add: REPLY TO "THE LITTLE OLD SOD SHANTY ON THE CLAIM
Thomas County Cat., Colby, Kansas, Dec. 3, 1885

My Sam is getting seedy now while holding down his claim,
And his flapjacks, as he writes, are not the best,
So I'll put my hair in papers ere I lay me down to rest,
While my Sam is in his shanty on the claim

Yes, I rather like the novelty of living in this way,
For such long engagements now are rather tame,
And I'm happy as a clam since I said good-bye to Sam
When he went to seek his shanty on the claim.

Chorus-
The dances are so pleasant, so delightful I should say,
Here I have as many beaus as I could name;
Oh, the buggy rides I'll take while my Sam is far away
In his little old sod shanty on the claim.

And since he left his eastern home I'm happy and I'm gay,
For of course I've sought me out another flame;
No doubt he thought I'd come down to burning twisted hay
In his filthy old sod shanty on the claim.

Oh, let him dabble in the dough, I'm sure it served him right
For leaving me in the gutter for to roam;
Does he think me such a ninny as to marry such a fright,
To be a slave in his dirty cabin home?

No doubt some tawny Indian miss will pity on him take
And help extricate him from the mess he's in;
He need not think a city belle the sacrifice will make
For there's many men to wed with lots of tin.

He says he'll make his fortune, but I fear he'll lose his hair
'Way out among the wild Indians, frogs and sloughs;
He'd better get some other lass as mother to his heir,
For I'm determined some other man to choose.

He dreams his early bliss seen when in wedlock he is bound
And is living with his fair and buxom dame;
But when his cash she's spent, until he's not a cent,
She may leave him and his shanty on the claim.

And if she is a vixen she will make him toe the mark,
And thresh and thump and pound him till he's lame;
I think I'll wed the owner of the stone front near the park,
And leave sam in his shanty on the claim.

From Fife and Fife, 1969, Cowboy and Western Songs, A Comprehensive Anthology.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 14 Jan 14 - 09:24 PM

Ya know, I like that italicized text (excusing my mistyping). it's prettier than the regular type.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 15 Jan 14 - 12:32 PM

Adobes and sod blocks are both earthen, but otherwise differ in the use of the earth and construction of the casa

Lyr. Add: LITTLE ADOBE CASA

Just one year ago today,
I left my eastern home
Hunting for a fortune and for fame,
Little did I think that now,
I'd be in Mexico
In this little adóbe casa on the plains.

Chorus-
The roof is ocateo,
The coyotes far and near
The Greaser roams about the place all day
Centipedes and Tarantulas
Crawl o'er me while I sleep
In my little adóbe casa on the plains.
Alacranies on the ceiling,
Cockroaches on the wall.
My bill-of-fare is always just the same
Frijoles and tortillas
Stirred up in chili sauce
In my little adóbe casa on the plains.
But if some dark eyed mujer
Would consent to be my wife
I would try to be contented and remain
'Till fate should show a better place
To settle down for life
Than this little adóbe casa on the plains.

From N. Howard Thorp, 1908, Songs of the Cowboys; News Print Shop, Estancia, New Mexico. Facsimile in the edition by Austin E. and Alta s. Fife, 1966.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 15 Jan 14 - 02:00 PM

Lyr. Add: XIT CHUCK WAGON ON THE PLAINS
(I Will Tell You of My Troubles)

I will tell you of my troubles
My ups and downs through life
And I'll tell to you a story rather strange
I will tell you of my boarding house
A structure built on wheels
And it's drawn by four black horses 'cross the plains.

Oh, the wheels are made of [black oak?]
The running gear white oak
And the bed is made to haul our bedding, chuck, and grain
In the rear there is a chuck box
Where the cowboys get their chuck
It's the XIT chuck wagon on the plain.

As the old chuck wagon rolls on
You can hear the cowboys yell
You can hear the dogies bawling all around
You can see the bronco pitching
Trying to shake his rider off
But they seldom ever put one on the ground.

You can hear the howling coyotes
The barking prairie dog
You can see the bronco buster holding to his rein
You can see a thousand white-face cattle
Grazing on the grass
'Round the XIT chuck wagon on the plains.

Oh, my life's a poor cowpuncher
And I daily ride the range
While the irons is getting hot I ride my wild bronco
When the rounding of the yearlings
And the branding does begin
From my roping horse I throw my long lasso.

Oh, the boys go dog the yearlings
To burn the XIT
While on guard the boys are holding to the reins
When our day's work is ended
Then we all go into camp
To the XIT chuck wagon on the plains.

When the cook gets chuck all ready
And he hollers, "Here it is,"
To the chuck box there's a run by all the crew,
When our tins and cups are loaded
With hot coffee, bread and steak
Then we all sit down upon the grass to chew.

Oh, the beefsteak's brown and tender
The bread is sour dough
And the coffee's strong enough to float a barge of grain
As we chew our [floury greeting?]
There's a loco weed in bloom
'Round the XIT chuck wagon on the plains.

Oh, my associates are cowpunchers
And their jewels are forty-fives
We're there with smoking rifles when trouble occurs
The only amusement is
High Five and Seven Up
And the music is the rattle of the spurs.

Oh, our beds are made of tarpaulin
Our blankets are Navajo
And we snap the [?} to keep out wind and rain
When the boys are all through jesting
Then we all lie down to sleep
'Round the XIT chuck wagon on the plains.

The XIT ranch was two million acres, granted as payment for the construction of the Texas State Capitol Building. It stretched over ten counties in West Texas.

Sung by C. S. Weir; collected by Ray B. Browne.
headed "I Will tell You My Troubles," pp. 90-92.
Austin E. and Alta S. Fife, 1966, Comments and additional songs, N. Howard (Jack) Thorp, Songs of the Cowboys; Clarkson N. Potter, Inc.


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