The cowboys' christmas ball chords by The Killers
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Verse 1
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Way out in Old Nevada,
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where the Truckee's waters flow,
Where the cattle are "a- browzin'," an' the
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Spanish ponies grow;
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Where the Northers "come a- whistlin'"
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from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin',
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as if they had "The Grip".
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Where the cayotes come a- howlin'
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'round the ranches after dark,
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And the bluebirds are a- singin' to the
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lovely "meadow lark";
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Where the bighorns are a- grazin'
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and the lonely plovers call
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It was there that I at tended "The Cow
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boys' Christmas Ball."
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Verse 2
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The boys had left the ranches and
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come to town in piles;
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The ladies—"kinda scatterin'"—had gathered
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in for miles.
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The room was togged out gorgeous-
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with mistletoe and shawls,
And candles flickered frescoes,
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around the airy walls.
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The women folk looked lovely- the
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boys looked kinda treed,
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Till the leader got to yellin': "Hey! fellers,
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let's stampede,"
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And the music started sighin',
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an' awailin' through the hall
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As a kind of introduction to "The Cow
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boys' Christmas Ball."
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Verse 3
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Their leader was a feller that came
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from Swenson's ranch,
They called him "Windy Billy," from
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"little Deadman's Branch."
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His rig was "kinda careless,"
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big spurs and high- heeled boots.
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He had the reputation that come
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when "a fellers shoots."
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His voice was like a bugle upon
a mountainous height;
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His feet were animated an' a mighty,
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movin' sight,
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When he commenced to hollerin',
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"Now, fellers stake your pen!
"Lock horns with all them heifers,
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an' russle 'em like men.
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"Saloot yer lovely critters; now swing an' let 'em go,
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"Climb the grape vine 'round
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'em—all hands do- ce- do!
"You Mavericks,
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join the round- up- Just skip her waterfall,"
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Huh! It was gettin' happy,
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The Cowboys' Christmas Ball
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Verse 4
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Don't tell me 'bout cotillions,
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or germans. No sire'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just
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takes the cake with me.
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I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of
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them I've had my fill,
Just Give me a frontier break- down,
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backed up by Wild Ol' Bill.
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McAllister ain't nowhere, when
Verse 5
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Windy leads the show,
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I've seen 'em both in harness,
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and so I sorta know—
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Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya,
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and I'll oftentimes recall,
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That lively gaited
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sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
Verse 6
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Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget ya,
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and I'll oftentimes recall,
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That lively gaited
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sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."
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