Come all you good old boys and listen to my rhymes
We are west of Eastern Texas and mostly men of crimes
Each with a hidden secret well smothered in his breast
Which brought us out to Mexico way out here in the West.
My parents raised me tenderly they had no child but me
Till I began to ramble and with them could never agree
My mind being bent on rambling did grieve their poor hearts sore
To leave my aged parents them to see no more.
I was borned and raised in Texas thought never come to fame
A cowboy by profession C.W. King by name
Oh when the war was ended I did not like to work
My brothers were not happy for I had learned to shirk.
In fact I was not able my health was very bad
I had no constitution I was nothing but a lad
I had no education I would not go to school
And living off my parents I thought it rather cool.
So I set a resolution to travel to the West
My parents they objected but still I thought it best
It was out on the Seven Rivers all out on the Pecos stream
It was there I saw a country I thought just suited me.
I thought I would be no stranger and lead a civil life
In order to be happy would choose myself a wife
On one Sabbath evening in the merry month of May
To a little country singing I happened there to stray.
It was there I met a damsel I never shall forget
That impulse of that moment remains within me yet
We soon became acquainted I thought she would fill the bill
She seemed to be good-natured which helps to climb the hill.
She was a handsome figure thought not so very tall
Her hair was red as blazes I hate it worst of all
I saw her home one evening in the presence of her pap
I bid them both good evening with a note left in her lap.
And when I got an answer I read it with a rush
I found she had consented my feelings was a hush
But now I have changed my mind boys I am sure I wish her well
Here’s to that precious jewel I’m sure I wish her well.
This girl was Miss Mollie Walker who fell in love with me
She was a lovely Western gal as lovely as could be
She was so tall so handsome so charming and so fair
There is not a girl in this whole world with her I could compare.
She said my pockets would be lined with gold hard work then I’d leave o’er
If I’d consent to live with her and say I’d roam no more
My mind began to ramble and it grieved my poor heart sore
To leave my darling girl her to see no more.
I asked if it made any difference if I crossed o’er the plains
She said it made no difference if I returned again
So we kissed shook hands and part I left that girl behind
She said she’d prove true to me till death proved her unkind.
I rode in the two of Vagus all in the public square
The mail coach had arrived the post boy met me there
He handed me a letter that gave me to understand
That the girl I loved in Texas had married another man.
So I read a little farther and found those words were true
I turned myself all around not knowing what to do
I’ll sell my horse saddle and bridle cow driving I’ll resign
I’ll search this world from town to town for the girl I left behind.
Here the gold I find in plenty the girls to me are kind
But my pillow is haunted with the girl I left behind
It’s trouble and disappointment is all that I can see
For the dearest girl in all the world has gone square back on me.