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Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's waters flowWhere the cattle are a-browsin' an the Spanish ponies growWhere the Northers come a-whistlin' from beyond the Neutral StripAnd the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip"Where the coyotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after darkAnd the bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely meadowlarkWhere the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers callIt was there that I attended the Cowboys' Christmas Ball(Whoo!)The boys had left the ranches and come to town in pilesThe ladies - kinda scatterin' - had gathered in for milesThe room was togged out gorgeous with mistletoe and shawlsAnd candles flickered frescoes around the airy wallsThe women folk looked lovely, the boys looked kinda treedUntil the leader got to yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"And the music started sighin', and awailin' through the hallAs a kind of introduction to the Cowboys' Christmas BallTheir leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranchThey called him Windy Billy, from little Deadman's BranchHis rig was kinda careless, big spurs and high-heeled bootsHe had the reputation that come when a feller shootsHis voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous heightHis feet were animated and a mighty movin' sightWhen he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers, stake your pen!SongtexteLock horns with all them heifers, and russle 'em like menSalute your lovely critters; now swing and let 'em goClimb the grapevine '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 sir'ee!That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with meI'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fillJust give me a frontier breakdown, backed up by Wild ol' BillMcAllister ain't nowhere, when Windy leads the showI've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know Oh Bill, I sha'n't forget you, and I'll oftentimes recallThat lively gaited soiree - the Cowboys' Christmas BallOh Bill, I sha'n't forget you, and I'll oftentimes recallThat lively gaited soiree - the Cowboys' Christmas Ball Aus Songtexte Mania