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02 Dec 18 - 02:39 PM (#3964336) Subject: Lyr Req: Cowboy's Wife - Billie Maxwell From: GUEST,Martin Hi 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. Cowboy’s Wife Standing alone in the door way Thru the twilight eyes Listening 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 hear I know that my cowboy is coming So I turn away And fix up the fire biscuit to bake Then apron smudge nose And back at my post to greet him That man in western cloths I hear 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 |
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02 Dec 18 - 09:38 PM (#3964392) Subject: Lyr Add: COWBOY'S WIFE (Billie Maxwell) From: Jim Dixon I got most of it, but there are a few phrases I can’t get From the recording found at YouTube. COWBOY’S WIFE 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. - - - * Frijoles = Spanish for beans. (A lot of cowboy jargon comes from Spanish.) An article in the Phoenix New Times gives some background information here. |
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20 Dec 18 - 09:30 PM (#3967593) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Cowboy's Wife (Billie Maxwell) From: GUEST,Martin Hi Jim Thank you very much! Best Martin |