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The Cowboys' Christmas Ball

The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball
The Cowboys' Christmas Ball Lyrics

Song The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball
Artist The Killers
Album (RED) Christmas
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Way out in
Old Nevada, where the
Truckee's waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the
Spanish ponies grow;
Where the
Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the
Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely "meadow lark";
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call—
It was there that
I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."(whoo!)
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
The ladies—"kinda scatterin'"—had gathered in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeous-with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovely-the boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers, let's stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Their leader was a feller that came from
Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
His rig was "kinda careless," big spurs and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come when "a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height;
His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers stake your pen!"
Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men."Saloot yer lovely critters; now swing an' let 'em go,"
Climb the grape vine 'round 'em—all hands do-ce-do!"You Mavericks, join the round-up- Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy,
The Cowboys'
Christmas
BallDon't tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans.
No sire'ee!
That whirl at
Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them
I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by
Wild Ol' Bill.
McAllister ain't nowhere, when
Windy leads the show,
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so
I sorta know—
Oh, Bill,
I sha'n't forget ya, and
I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Oh, Bill,
I sha'n't forget ya, and
I'll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Way out in
Old Nevada, where the
Truckee' s waters flow,
Where the cattle are " abrowzin'," an' the
Spanish ponies grow
Where the
Northers " come awhistlin'" from beyond the
Neutral Strip
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had " The Grip"
Where the cayotes come ahowlin' ' round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are asingin' to the lovely " meadow lark"
Where the bighorns are agrazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was there that
I attended " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." whoo!
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles
The ladies" kinda scatterin'" had gathered in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeouswith mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovelythe boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': " Hey! fellers, let' s stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Their leader was a feller that came from
Swenson' s ranch,
They called him " Windy Billy," from " little Deadman' s Branch."
His rig was " kinda careless," big spurs and highheeled boots
He had the reputation that come when " a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height
His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', " Now, fellers stake your pen!"
Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle ' em like men." Saloot yer lovely critters now swing an' let ' em go,"
Climb the grape vine ' round ' em all hands docedo!" You Mavericks, join the roundup Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy,
The Cowboys'
Christmas
BallDon' t tell me ' bout cotillions, or germans.
No sire' ee!
That whirl at
Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I' m sick of lazy shufflin' s, of them
I' ve had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier breakdown, backed up by
Wild Ol' Bill.
McAllister ain' t nowhere, when
Windy leads the show,
I' ve seen ' em both in harness, and so
I sorta know
Oh, Bill,
I sha' n' t forget ya, and
I' ll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Oh, Bill,
I sha' n' t forget ya, and
I' ll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Way out in
Old Nevada, where the
Truckee' s waters flow,
Where the cattle are " abrowzin'," an' the
Spanish ponies grow
Where the
Northers " come awhistlin'" from beyond the
Neutral Strip
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had " The Grip"
Where the cayotes come ahowlin' ' round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are asingin' to the lovely " meadow lark"
Where the bighorns are agrazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was there that
I attended " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball." whoo!
The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles
The ladies" kinda scatterin'" had gathered in for miles..
The room was togged out gorgeouswith mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
The women folk looked lovelythe boys looked kinda treed,
Till the leader got to yellin': " Hey! fellers, let' s stampede,"
And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to " The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Their leader was a feller that came from
Swenson' s ranch,
They called him " Windy Billy," from " little Deadman' s Branch."
His rig was " kinda careless," big spurs and highheeled boots
He had the reputation that come when " a fellers shoots."
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height
His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
When he commenced to hollerin', " Now, fellers stake your pen!"
Lock horns with all them heifers, an' russle ' em like men." Saloot yer lovely critters now swing an' let ' em go,"
Climb the grape vine ' round ' em all hands docedo!" You Mavericks, join the roundup Just skip her waterfall,"
Huh! It was gettin' happy,
The Cowboys'
Christmas
BallDon' t tell me ' bout cotillions, or germans.
No sire' ee!
That whirl at
Carson City just takes the cake with me.
I' m sick of lazy shufflin' s, of them
I' ve had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier breakdown, backed up by
Wild Ol' Bill.
McAllister ain' t nowhere, when
Windy leads the show,
I' ve seen ' em both in harness, and so
I sorta know
Oh, Bill,
I sha' n' t forget ya, and
I' ll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Oh, Bill,
I sha' n' t forget ya, and
I' ll oftentimes recall,
That lively gaited sworray" The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
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