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Remix American Wild West

there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung

robber man who stole
your horse had stolen
your life your livelihood
your means of travel

survival you were left
as good as dead without
your horse in country
where horseback was life

there was a time
in American history
when cattle rustlers
were shot or hung

stealing beef on sly hoof
hot irons changing brands
fast rustled up retribution
justice from a rope hung

there was a time
in American history
when cruel range wars
were fought with guns

settlers driven off farmland
starved their crops ruined
their homes stolen burned
cattle grazed homesteaders

land cattle barons prospered
water rights grazing rights
unfenced unowned range land
farmers ranchers fought wars

frontier justice lynchings
local residents fought
fast gunmen hired bought
no weak law range wars

old west is time dead gone
rustlers free range modern
well executed wars oiled
Saddham to entrapment lead

attacks rich oil wells Kuwait
plan Bush deceived brilliant
Iraq Afghanistan Libya start
cruel foreign oil range wars

modern politicians hands clean
land cattle baron range rustlers
reside at plush 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue NW stateless Washington

living immunity from range hits
octopus arms free range world
survival horseless you were left
for dead without your livelihood

there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung

poem by Terence George Craddock
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American Wild West: Cattle Rustlers

there was a time
in American history
when cattle rustlers
were shot or hung

stealing beef on the hoof
hot irons changing brands
fast rustled up retribution
justice from a rope hung

there was a time
in American history
when cruel range wars
were fought with guns

settlers driven off farmland
starved their crops ruined
their homes stolen burned
cattle grazed homesteaders

land cattle barons prospered
water rights grazing rights
unfenced unowned range land
farmers ranchers fought wars

frontier justice lynchings
local residents fought
gunmen hired bought
no weak law range wars

poem by Terence George Craddock
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American Wild West: Dead Gone

old west is time dead gone
rustlers free range modern
well executed wars oiled
Saddham entrapment lead

attacks rich oil wells Kuwait
plan Bush deceived brilliant
Iraq Afghanistan Libya start
cruel foreign oil range wars

modern politicians hands clean
land cattle baron range rustlers
reside at plush 1600 Pennsylvania
Avenue NW stateless Washington

living immunity from range hits
octopus arms free range world
survival horseless you were left
for dead without your livelihood

there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung

poem by Terence George Craddock
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American Wild West: Horse Thieves

there was a time
in American history
when horse thieves
were shot or hung

robber man who stole
your horse had stolen
your life your livelihood
your means of travel

survival you were left
as good as dead without
your horse in country
where horseback was life

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Range War

Yore daddy runs sheep and mah uncle runs cattle
Nothin can keep us out of this battle they wage
As it burns up the range, til no man is left
In the saddle
Yore ranch is upstream and they dammed up the water
Thirsty cows scream for mah uncle to slaughter
The sheep while yore daddys asleep
And I do the same for his daughter
If I had my own way, we would be together
Back in pittsburgh
Its the only town east of the river I know
And I feel kinda bad, bringin our grief
Upon this pore old farmers house
But we aint got nowhere else to go
Three years on this range since they started the range war
Nothing has changed except maybe change for the worst
If Id married you first,
There might not have been any range war
You wouldnt be lost to the range war

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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The Cowboy And The Rainbow... ' (Cowboy Poem # 3)

A Cowboy, Neath A Rainbow
Rode The Range, Far and Free
Holding Lightning Reins, and A Lasso
Strung Around His Untamed Dreams

Riding On His Horse, named Bullseye-Shoot
A Big, Bay Thoroughbred
Galloped Long, Nudged by The Cowboy’s Boots
To Race, As Dark Clouds Fled …

… Away, As Each Hoof Struck The Ground
Sounding, Just Like Thunder!
The Cowboy and Horse, Were Rainbow-Bound
Both, A Romantic, Climatic-Color Wonder!

Flashing Across The Range
On A Silver Saddle and Same Kind of Spurs
The Cowboy’s Hat and Horse’s Tail and Mane
And Sunset … All Became A Rainbow-Blur …

As The Cowboy, Lassoed The Wind
So Fast, They Did Go!
So Fast, His Lariat Did Spin …
I Think He Caught His Rainbow…

… A Cowboy Neath A Rainbow
Rode The Range, Far and Free
Holding Lightning Reins and A Lasso
Strung Around His Untamed Dreams …

poem by MoonBee Canady
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Cabinessence

Light the lamp and fire mellow,
Cabin essence timely hello,
Welcomes the time for a change.
Lost and found, you still remain there.
Youll find a meadow filled with grain there.
Ill give you a home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
Who ran the iron horse?
I want to watch you windblown facing
Waves of wheat for your embracing.
Folks sing a song of the grange.
Nestle in a kiss below there.
The constellations ebb and flow there.
And witness our home on the range.
Who ran the iron horse?
(truck driving man do what you can)
Who ran the iron horse?
(high-tail your load off the road)
Who ran the iron horse?
(out of night-life-its a gas man)
Who ran the iron horse?
(I dont believe I gotta grieve)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in and out of luck)
Who ran the iron horse?
(with a buck and a booth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catchin on to the truth)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the vast past, the last gasp)
Who ran the iron horse?
(in the land, in the dust, trust that you must)
Who ran the iron horse?
(catch as catch can)
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Have you seen the grand coolie workin on the railroad?
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.
Over and over,
The crow cries uncover the cornfield.
Over and over,
The thresher and hover the wheat field.

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Rainbow Country "A Place of Love"

I'm riding the range in the rainbow country.
Where the skies are always filled with glistening stars.
Where the air is always pure and comforting to the heart.
Where my mind can ride the range in search of eternal peace.
Where dreams turn out so wonderful and freely.

I'm riding the range in the rainbow country.
Where love is fair and free.
Where love never dies.
Were love can be nurtured and always stay high.
Where the heart always remains serene and peaceful.

In the rainbow country:
A place fo love.
A place of peace.

Hence, I'll continue to ride the range in the rainbow country.
So my soul can remain free.

poem by Nora Belle Bynum
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Hung My Head

Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed jebs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
And my brothers rifle went into the stream
I kept on running into the salt lands
And thats where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me why had I run
Then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find
I said I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
Hes come to fetch me to see what they done
Well ride together til kingdom come
I pray for gods mercy for soon Ill be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head

song performed by by Sting
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I Hung My Head

Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed jebs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bread on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
And my brothers rifle went into the stream
I kept on running into the salt lands
And thats where they found me, my head in my hands
The sheriff he asked me "why had I run"
Then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason, just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the courthouse, the whole town is there
I see the judge high up in his chair
"explain to the courtroom what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find"
I said "i felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I beg their forgiveness, I wish I was dead"
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on the hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
Hes come to fetch me to see what they done
Well ride together til kingdom come
I pray for gods mercy for soon Ill be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head

song performed by by Sting
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Cattle Call

(tex owens)
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Woo - hoo - ooo - oop - I - de - de
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Yod-el - od-el- lo - ti - de.
The cattle are prowlin the coyotes are howlin
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin, a cowboy is singin
This lonesome cattle call.
He rides in the sun til his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Singin his cattle call.
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night winds blow up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call.
Hes brown as a berry from ridin the prairie
And he sings with an ol western drawl
Woo - hoo - woo - ooo - ti - de
Singin his cattle call.

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Here Are All Historical Shades

My history beckons like the dry town of Prairies.
Cute and fierce, fearless and enslavement
As the likeness on the Platte: The Powder, the Niobrara,
The Tongue, the Snakes, and the Yellowstone
Who, as an American buffalo, strange moonlight,
Explode with gigantic waves!

My history beckons like a halfway
Body of Missouri River and the Frockless,
Along the Paha-Sapa and the Black Hills
Cemented by the Sioux’s bones
Under such delighted night of long dance and tales!

My history beckons, oh powerless!
As the magic, mightily sport beyond the thunderbirds
Of the clean range of souls and hearts
As the unimaginable size of American bison!

poem by George the Great VIII
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Over The Range

Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,
Playing alone in the creek-bed dry,
In the small green flat on every side
Walled in by the Moonbi ranges high;
Tell me the tale of your lonely life
'Mid the great grey forests that know no change.
"I never have left my home," she said,
"I have never been over the Moonbi Range.
"Father and mother are long since dead,
And I live with granny in yon wee place."
"Where are your father and mother?" I said.
She puzzled awhile with thoughtful face,
Then a light came into the shy brown face,
And she smiled, for she thought the question strange
On a thing so certain -- "When people die
They go to the country over the range."

"And what is this country like, my lass?"
"There are blossoming trees and pretty flowers
And shining creeks where the golden grass
Is fresh and sweet from the summer showers.
They never need work, nor want, nor weep;
No troubles can come their hearts to estrange.
Some summer night I shall fall asleep,
And wake in the country over the range."

Child, you are wise in your simple trust,
For the wisest man knows no more than you.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust:
Our views by a range are bounded too;
But we know that God hath this gift in store,
That, when we come to the final change,
We shall meet with our loved ones gone before
To the beautiful country over the range.

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Cattle Call

Cattle Call
(sung by Elvis in concerts of the 1950s)
[In der mir vorliegenden Version summt er nur die Melodie.]
(Tex Owens)
The cattle are prowlin' and the coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin' a cowboy is singin'
This lonesome cattle call
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
He rides in the sun, till his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Singin' his cattle call.
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night wind blows up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie
And sings with an ol' western drawl
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Singin' his cattle call

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Proud American Soldier

Proud American Soldier
(God bless and keep safe our fighting men and women in harm’s way)

I fought beside my brothers, as they died on foreign shores,
I’m proud to say, we fought and slay, our enemies by the scores.

One by one, we fought and won, wars down through the ages,
The history books are written with our blood stains on the pages.

Our skin is many colors, we are women and we’re men,
We stand up to injustices no matter where or when.

I’m a Proud American Soldier, my job’s to keep us free,
I ply my timeless trade so far away, across the sea.

When others cringe and cower, you’ll find us standing tall,
We’ll remain steadfast until the last, of the evil tip and fall.

Come what may, get in our way, we’ll never cut and run,
We’ll stay our course, with no remorse and it ain’t always fun.

We’re the sailors that go out to sea, we’re the pilots in the sky,
We’re the grunts out in the fox holes, and we all know that men die.

I’m a Proud American Soldier, my job’s to keeps free,
I ply my timeless trade so far away, across the sea.

They spoke kindly of my enemies, the same day that I died,
Then burned my flag in protest, as my widow watched and cried.

But don’t you worry much my friends, nor shed a tear for me,
There’s more where I come from, to fight and keep you free.

Freedom isn’t free dear friends, we foot the bill in blood.
We die in the desert sand and in the jungle’s mud.

I’m a Proud American Soldier, my jobs to keep us free,
I ply my timeless trade so far away across the sea.
I may be just a soldier, but that’s just fine by me.

poem by Michael Barker
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We need to have as broad a range as possible, because life itself has that kind of range.

quote by John Eaton
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Like A Good Cowboy

(holly lamar/greg barnhill)
Walking down the street in l.a.
Caught in the middle of a heat wave
Pass by the star of john wayne
And I think to myself how times change
Now where the cattle once roamed
Theres a burger king and a peep show
We do everything from our cell phones
Ridin in out steel broncos
Oh its dow jones, hi, low, price of corn in tokyo
Wild west neighborhood
Its quick draw credit cards, the world turns but in my heart
Im ridin down the range like a good, good, good, good cowboy
I do what I say and say what I mean
Try to get a grip on the american dream
Sunrise to sunset strip Ill be
Workin to the bone just to try to have a voice
When friday night comes Im gonna turn up the noise
Like a good, good, good cowboy
Dollar dont go far these days
The new frontier is a freeway
5pm is a rat race
Even eastwood moved to monterey
Lean cuisines, microwaves, silicone and cellophane
Aliens in hollywood
Bright lights, big city, concrete nitty gritty
But Im ridin the range like a good, good, good, good cowboy
I do what I say and say what I mean
Try to get a grip on the american dream
Sunrise to sunset strip Ill be
Workin to the bone just to try to have a voice
When friday night comes Im gonna turn up the noise
Like a good, good, good cowboy

song performed by by Lonestar
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Cattle Call (feat. Eddy Arnold)

[LEANN]
[Yodels]
The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies roam
Where the spurs are a jinglin'
And the cowboy is singin'
His lonesome cattle call
[Yodels]
He rides in the sun
'Til his days work is done,
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
[Yodels]
Singing his cattle call
[EDDY]
For hours he would ride
On the range far and wide
When the night winds blows up like smoke
His heart is a feather
In all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call
[Yodels]
He's browned as a fairy
From riding the prairie
And he sings with an old western drawl
[Yodels]
Singin' his cattle call

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Ages Of You

Postcard stowaway within
Pristine indigo without
Banded ottoman as such
Sofa seated one too much
All along the range all along the range
Ages of you
Train pulls over hanging bridge
Conductor looks up, thinks
Out and down, hands stuck to the left
To the right, you should fall,
The horses just dont gossip anymore

song performed by by REM
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The manager has a short-range view; the leader has a long-range perspective.

quote by Warren G. Bennis
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A Cattleman's Prayer

Now O Lord please lend thine ear,
The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;
No doubt many prayers to thee seem strange,
But won't you bless this cattle range?

Bless the round-up year by year
And don't forget the growing steer;
Water the land with brooks and rills
For my cattle that roam a thousand hills.

Now, O Lord, won't you be good
And give our livestock plenty of food;
And to avert a winter's woe
Give Italian skies and little snow.

Prairie fires won't you please stop,
Let thunder roll and water drop,
It frightens me to see the smoke,
Unless it's stopped, I'll go dead broke.

As you, O Lord, our herds behold-
Which represents a sack of gold-
I think at least five cents per pound
Should be the price of beef year round.

One more thing and then I'm through,
Instead of one calf, give my cows two.
I may pray different than some others, but then
I've had my say, and now amen.

poem by Anonymous Americas
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