The Frontier, May 1926 — page 55: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Edited by “1 HENRY HERBERT KNIBBS T HE origin of this song is unknown. It has Rhodes, Charley Russell, and Ed. Borein are fam- been sung for years at various roundups and iliar with the song, but can only say that it still line camps. Old-timers like Jack Thorpe, Gene remains a maverick,. c— - > ik <4 < = a "es ANS - eT ee ASS See NY ~ hey SeNe = * we See > aN ~s ve Cy Soe RY Ra THE COWBOY’S LIFE = ry hed Sus Ses > ers» oo aot faeay , yee) Tae are ee 1 had ’ s t, Se OS Bees S HE baw! of a steer His eyes are bright BL, To a cowboy’s ear, And his heart as light Ai 7 Is music of sweetest strain; As the smoke of his cigarette; ips alae And the yelping notes There’s never a care it Of the gray coyotes For his soul to bear, To him are a glad refrain. No trouble to make him fret. ¢ And his jolly song The rapid beat Speeds him along _ Of his bronco’s feet As he thinks of his little gal On the sod as he speeds along, With golden hair Keeps living time Who is waiting theré To the ringing rhyme At the bars of the home corral. Of his rollicking cowboy song. For a kingly crown Hike it, cowboys, In the noisy town For the range away His saddle he wouldn’t change? On the back of a bronc of steel, No life so free With careless flirt i As the life we see Of the rawhide quirt ‘ "Way out on the Yaso range. And the dig of a roweled heel. The winds may howl And the thunder growl Or the breezes safely moan; A cowboy’s life Is a royal life, His saddle his kingly throne. ae tt v Z aM ge 45