X-I-T Range

X-I-T Range (Larry W. Jones 01/12/2012) (song #6534)Come gather round cowboys and listen to my songFor I’m sure you’ll be pleased and it won’t take too longI’ll sing to you of things that you may not agreeOf the Texas panhandle’s famous X-I-TIf you ride to Dalhart, find Rufus Jack BradleyHe’s the big wagon boss and he’ll treat you badlyHe’ll toss you on a hoss on three million acresAnd he’ll make you break a hundred widow-makersWhen you ride up to the Escabada bunkhouseYou’ll see sod upon the roof, and for sure a mouseAsk what it is and you’ll be told the same as meGreenhorn, this is your bed on the big X-I-TOh, for sure you’ll rise early morn before daybreakAnd boys, you’ll scorn the taste of cold X-I-T steakAnd for fixin’ fences in rain, don’t think it strangeCause you’re now employed on the big X-I-T rangeSome cowboys say X-I-T means Ten In TexasBut I know a ten’s as big as my paycheck isAnd boys, if to Mr. Farwell you wish to complainYou won’t be gettin’ far on the X-I-T rangeNow you cowboys, I no longer here can remainAnd I hope my Texas song has caused you no painBut when I am gone, now don’t you think of me strangeFor I’ve been a cowhand on the X-I-T range Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.