Lyr Req: Cowboy's Wife (Billie Maxwell)
Subject: Lyr Req: Cowboy's Wife - Billie Maxwell|
Date: 02 Dec 18 - 02:39 PM
I search everywhere... English is not my native language and those old 78 rpm can be difficult to understand. I tried to transcribe the lyrics of the song Cowboy's Wife form Billie Maxwell recorded in 1929 in El Paso. If anyone can help me, i would be very grateful. You can find the song on Youtube.
Standing alone in the door way
Thru the twilight eyes
When my cowboy comes from the
Far away to
A coyote started this refrain
His brother join him in
And they singing again and again
At last somewhere
I know that my cowboy is coming
So I turn away
And fix up the fire
biscuit to bake
And back at my post to greet him
That man in western cloths
on the ground
I can sound
At last, I hear his foot steps approching
And I almost hold my breath
For in my heart I am hoping
That he'll notice my new jean dress
He comes, but his eyes wander past me
As he greets me with a kiss at the door
And I know that he's wanting his supper
For I've been through the whole thing before,
So I place the hot supper before him
Oh, yes, I shall surely do my part
As I swallow my own disappointment
For I know that's the way to his heart
Subject: Lyr Add: COWBOY’S WIFE (Billie Maxwell)|
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 02 Dec 18 - 09:38 PM
I got most of it, but there are a few phrases I can’t get
From the recording found at YouTube.
As recorded by Billie Maxwell, 1929.
Standing alone in the doorway, through the twilight straining my eyes,
Listening to hear the sharp hoof-beats when my cowboy comes from the drive.
Far away toward the northward, a coyote starts his refrain,
His brother joins in the chorus and they sing it again and again.
At last they are quiet, and somewhere I hear a horse … (?).
I know that my cowboy is coming, so I hurriedly turn away
And fix up the fire in the cook-stove for the fire-door biscuits to bake,
Stir up the boiling frijoles* and ... them for a steak.
Then with the hem of my apron wipe a smudge of flour from my nose,
And back at my post to greet him, that man in the … western clothes.
I hear a thump of his saddle as he throws it off on the ground.
Then his horse gives himself a good shaking; I can readily place every sound.
At last I hear footsteps approaching and I almost hold my breath,
For in my heart I am hoping that he’ll notice my new jean dress.
He comes but his eyes wander past me as he greets me with a kiss at the door,
And I know that he’s wanting his supper, for I’ve been through the whole thing before.
So I place that hot supper before him; oh, yes, I shall surely do my part
As I swallow my own disappointment, for I know that’s the way to his heart.
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* Frijoles = Spanish for beans. (A lot of cowboy jargon comes from Spanish.)
An article in the Phoenix New Times gives some background information here.