Songs Of The Kingwood Kowboy

Homestead Mansion (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6552)Old tin cans for flower pots, burlap sacks for rugsOveralls and calico, lives of lowly mugsBut good land is our homestead and we’re livin’ freeThere ain’t no landlord here to tell us what to beSmall rickety log shack, tar papered all in blackNow, the old chimney points south from the cold north windThe windows are few but the curtains are all blueIn my view it’s a homestead mansion since back when(instrumental)Small rickety log shack, tar papered all in blackNow, the old chimney points south from the cold north windThe windows are few but the curtains are all blueIn my view it’s a homestead mansion since back whenOur little homestead shack, there’s a lot that it lacksBut yet it still has the knack to look so home-likeBoth our hands built it and now we both fit in itOur homestead mansion will have to do for us twoOur homestead mansion is home sweet home for us two Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On The Lone Side Of Lonely (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6551)On the lone side of lonely is where I will beOn the lone side of lonely is where you’ll find meStill holding on to mem’ries of what used to beOn the lone side of lonely since you have left meOn the lone side of lonely I have companyOn the lone side of lonely my past follows meI hold onto hopes dear, that you’ll return and seeOn the lone side of lonely is not meant for me(instrumental)On the lone side of lonely I have companyOn the lone side of lonely my past follows meOn the lone side of lonely is where I will beOn the lone side of lonely is where you’ll find meStill holding on to mem’ries of what used to beOn the lone side of lonely since you have left meI hold onto hopes dear, that you’ll return and seeOn the lone side of lonely is not meant for meOn the lone side of lonely is where you’ll find me Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

No Matter What Cowboy You Are (Larry W. Jones 01/24/2012) (song #6550)You’re just an old cowboy, and that’s all you will beFor all you can offer is a range of the freeThe thoughts of your wanderin’ heart are always too farNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowgirl gives you kissin’ so fineYou’ll be long gone and missin’ in just a short timeCowboy, your guiding light is a wandering starNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you are(instrumental)The open range is your lover, always will beCowboy, your kind of roving looks somewhat like meThey’ll all sing about you on their campfire guitarsNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you areYou have no woman’s warm arms to hold you at nightCause you’re out on the range under stars shining brightThe thoughts of your wanderin’ heart are always too farNo matter what cowboy you areNo matter what cowboy you are Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

My Texian Cowgirl (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6549)I see my cowgirl in the Texian sunlightAnd I see my cowgirl in the Texian FallI see her riding in sunny April gladnessAnd hear her soft voice in whippoorwills callI told the dogies in the pasture and prairie dogs in the groundTo everyone I shouted about the true love that I had foundMy heart is just as high as the highest western cottonwood treeAnd it’s all because my Texian cowgirl is in love with me(instrumental)My heart is just as high as the highest western cottonwood treeAnd it’s all because my Texian cowgirl is in love with meI see my cowgirl in the Texian sunlightAnd I see my cowgirl in the Texian FallI see her riding in sunny April gladnessAnd hear her soft voice in whippoorwills callI told the dogies in the pasture and prairie dogs in the groundTo everyone I shouted about the true love that I had foundMy heart is just as high as the highest western cottonwood treeAnd it’s all because my Texian cowgirl is in love with meMy Texian cowgirl is in love with me Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Kingwood Kowboy (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6548)Boys, I write for the old cowboy nationAnd I hope my songs bring you fellows joyI wonder if the next generationWill remember the Kingwood KowboyNow, I have traveled the wide world overAnd many odd jobs have seen my employIt’s my time to rest under the cloverThat will soon welcome the Kingwood KowboyCowboy songs I’ve written melodialSome were happy while some were sad or coyBut my best were of cowboys jovialSo boys, think well of the Kingwood KowboyI can now see the coming last roundupThat memories of trails will soon destroyBut boys, flowers will grow from the ground upTo remind you of the Kingwood KowboyNow, when I am laid out in fine linenPardners, my old cowboy songs redeployWhen you lower the lid of the coffinSing an old song for the Kingwood KowboyAnd when on the old wagon they bear meLadies may weep over the real McCoyFor there will come no other to compare meThere will be no other Kingwood KowboyBoys, go and find some jovial fellowsAnd let them stagger as they all deployTo dig me a deep grave in the meadowAnd drink whiskey to the Kingwood KowboyThen get a couple of granite grave stonesFor my head and my feet just like Rob RoyAnd then boys, scratch on them, here lies the bonesOf the old song writer, Kingwood KowboyThen may all of you jovial cowboysSurround my cold prairie grave full of joyDrink whiskey til all of you will annoyThe mem’ry of the old Kingwood Kowboy Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hold My Heart For Awhile (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6547)Hold my heart for awhile and tell it one more timeHow you could make it smile while you were telling liesHold my attention, then unfold your intentionTo make me cry while you see the love in my eyesDarling, just make me smileHold my heart for awhileOh, you caught me off guard, my heart fell really hardAnd now the pieces are scarred for all time to comeI’m holding what seems to be the end of my dreamsAnd my heart cannot mend from this feeling so numbDarling, just make me smileHold my heart for awhile(instrumental)Dear, now I know, but somehow as you goHold my heart now as you did long agoHold my heart for awhile and tell it one more timeHow you could make it smile while you were telling liesHold my attention, then unfold your intentionTo make me cry while you see the love in my eyesDarling, just make me smileHold my heart for awhileHold my heart for awhile Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Old Palomino Pal Of Mine (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6546)Old palomino pal, we rode many trails togetherOld palomino pal, my load you carried through weatherYour faithful roundup days are doneOut to pasture you can now runOld palomino pal of mineGet along old pardner, bright stars will be shining tonightGet along old pardner, the load you now carry is lightListen to the lone whippoorwillHe’s calling softly from the hillOld palomino pal of mine(instrumental)Old palomino pal, we rode many trails togetherOld palomino pal, my load you carried through weatherYour faithful roundup days are doneOut to pasture you can now runOld palomino pal of mineListen to the lone whippoorwillHe’s calling softly from the hillOld palomino pal of mineOld palomino pal of mine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Cloudy (Larry W. Jones 01/23/2012) (song #6545)Cloudy, today my world is full of rainCloudy, I frown when I think of the painNow the dark days are here cause she is nowhere nearCloudy, she turned out insincereCloudy, but I still love her dearCloudy, sunshine went when she went awayCloudy, she never meant that she would stayI gave her my love but not to just dispose ofCloudy, she was my morning doveCloudy, what was she thinking of(instrumental)Cloudy, the truth is, I just didn’t seeCloudy, like a real sleuth she deceived meMy whole world now spins in a circle filled with fearCloudy, my eyes are filled with tearsCloudy, but I still love her dearCloudy, today my world is full of rainCloudy, I frown when I think of the painNow the dark days are here cause she is nowhere nearCloudy, she turned out insincereCloudy, but I still love her dearMy world is cloudy and full of pain Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Purple Sagebrush In The Morning (Larry W. Jones 01/19/2012) (song #6544)The western sun is rising, air is clean and fineWith just a little chill til around eight or nineI smell breakfast cooking before the cattle driveBut there’s something else makes me glad that I’m aliveIt’s that sweet and bracing scent, comes from the prairieThe aroma is all embracing, you’ll agreeThink of something that gives the prairie adorningIt’s the scent of purple sagebrush in the morningI’ve ridden many trails in this wide and good landLived a cowboy’s life as rough and tough as any manI’m an old cow puncher as free as I can beBut there is one allure that always captures meAt the time of waking it brings me thoughts so fineWhy, on just the scent alone I could rightly dineAnd there ain’t no cowboy born could go a-scorningThe sweet scent of purple sagebrush in the morningWhen I ride the Great Divide with its lofty spiresI’ll see no more my outfit or its warm camp firesI would just like to say before I drift awayThere is one simple thing that always makes my dayWhen the sun comes up and I wake up on the rangeI see the land that’s so grand, may it never changeIt comes every way when the day is a-borningThat sweet scent of purple sagebrush in the morning Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

If You Were My Girl Sue (Larry W. Jones 01/18/2012) (song #6543)If you were my girl, Sue, here’s what I would doI would capture moonbeams and give them to youIf you were my girl, Sue, and you would be trueI would love you, Sue, for my whole long life throughMy darling Sue, please don’t play some masqueradeA lifetime of love for us never will fadeIf you were my girl, Sue, here’s what I would doI’d take my heart’s key, Sue, and give it to youI’d take my heart’s key, Sue, and give it to you(instrumental)My darling Sue, please don’t play some masqueradeA lifetime of love for us never will fadeIf you were my girl, Sue, here’s what I would doI’d take my heart’s key, Sue, and give it to youI’d take my heart’s key, Sue, and give it to youIf you were my girl Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Stopped Loving You (Larry W. Jones 01/17/2012) (song #6541)Dear, I stopped loving you, it took such a long timeTo give up old memories of when you were mineMy old sweet dreams of you have almost gone awayI stopped loving you and started living todayI spent countless hours in daydreams of youOf the long ago when you were still trueI wasted time on a fine work of artI stopped loving you so new love could start(instrumental)I spent countless hours in daydreams of youOf the long ago when you were still trueI wasted time on a fine work of artI just stopped loving you, new love can startDear, I stopped loving you, it took such a long timeTo give up old memories of when you were mineMy old sweet dreams of you have almost gone awayI stopped loving you and started living today Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Larimer County Homestead (Larry W. Jones 01/18/2012) (song #6542)Larry Jones is my name, as I have recountedI’m in Colorado in Larimer CountyYes folks, you’ll find me out west where I make my bedAnd starving to death on my Larimer homesteadHurrah for Larimer County, it’s home for meAnd it’s home for the bed bug, grasshopper and fleaI’ll sing to it praises though I soon may be deadWhile starving to death on my Larimer homesteadNow, my hut is made from logs in Homestead MeadowsThe pine walls are solid and keep in the shadowsBut the old roof has no pitch and when the winds blowIt sure is a cinch that it will let in the snowI’m happy on my one hundred sixty acresThanks to Larimer County’s movers and shakersBut I’ve got nothing to eat, from no rows to hoeNow I think nothing from nothing adds up to zeroI’m happy on my Larimer County homesteadThough prairie rattlesnakes hiss their tune at my headCentipedes have many legs, they walk with no fearBut I fear they’ll lay their many eggs in my earNow, you other homesteaders, you say you will stayAnd chew on smoked beef jerky til you’re old and grayBut as for myself, I’m done with hard tack and dreadAnd starving to death on my Larimer homesteadMy clothes, they are all rags and the life here is roughMy food is corn dodgers, of them I’ve had enoughI’m happy on my Larimer County homesteadSo I’ll go back to bed after the dogs are fedBye to Colorado and Larimer CountyOne hundred sixty acres is not a bountyI won’t sing it praises cause I soon may be deadWhile starving to death on my Larimer homesteadAdios to Larimer County and the westBack home to Texas is where’s the land I love bestI’ll marry me a wife on a west Texas spreadQuit starving to death on my Larimer homestead Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Skew Ball Paint (Larry W. Jones 01/16/2012) (song #6540)Whoa Skew Ball, I’m gonna straddle you til I fallNow, it was down in Texas I rodeTo break broncos or get myself throwedI crossed the Red River for the workWith a six shooter on Texas dirtWhoa Skew Ball, I’m gonna straddle you til I fallThey roped out for me a skew ball paintWith double rigged saddle for restraintWell, being afraid I surely ain’tSo I climbed on that wild skew ball paint(instrumental)Whoa Skew Ball, I’m gonna straddle you til I fallHe bucked so hard I swallowed my wadAfore ten yard I wallowed the sodI told the ranch boss I just resignedBoys, he laughed so hard he looked plum blindWell boys, back across the Red I rodeWhere the Kansas and Texas rivers flowedThat skew ball paint didn’t like the loadI break broncos but got myself throwedWhoa Skew Ball, I’m gonna straddle you til I fall Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Time Changes Nothing Now (Larry W. Jones 01/15/2012) (song #6539)It changes nothing now what this life brings to meCause I’ll be alright from now til eternityWhatever, there will be no worry on my browNothing matters because time changes nothing nowDear, it was only a year ago since we metI never thought that you would go, to my regretBut now you’re gone and you’ve retracted every vowNothing matters because time changes nothing now(instrumental)Dear, now that you have gone and left me here so blueI can only blame myself since I can’t blame youWhatever happened, I don’t understand just howNothing matters because time changes nothing nowAs water flows under a bridge and is soon goneI’ll soon forget all the love from you I have knownWhatever, there will be no worry on my browNothing matters because time changes nothing nowWhatever, there will be no worry on my browNothing matters because time changes nothing now Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It Appears And Departs (Larry W. Jones 01/15/2012) (song #6538)My friends ask if I still love youAnd they ask how I’m doing nowThey ask me if I’m feeling blueAny sadness I just disavowThe truth is hard for me to sayI’m not good at such works of artI just say nothing bothers meBecause it appears and departsIt appears and departs alrightOh, it appears when I awakeAnd it doesn’t depart all nightOh, a man has a lot of prideSo he can’t admit that he criedFor a love he has in his heartI just say nothing bothers meBecause it appears and departsMy friends ask why you departedAnd if I’ve found anyone sinceI just answer them half-heartedI know they laugh at my expenseThe truth is hard for me to sayI’m not good at such works of artI just say nothing bothers meBecause it appears and departsPain of heart appears and departsIt appears and departs Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

On Mountains In Colorado (Larry W. Jones 01/15/2012) (song #6537)Up on top of the mountains in ColoradoThere, tall snow capped peaks greet the sunThat shines above the tree line in ColoradoFor all to see that night is doneSummer winds blow warm on golden grain fields belowThat beg my return to its glowWhere I can live my childhood dreams of long agoOn mountains in Colorado(instrumental)(Up on top of the mountains in Colorado)There tall snow capped peaks greet the sun(That shines above the tree line in Colorado)For all to see that night is doneSummer winds blow warm on golden grain fields belowThat beg my return to its glowWhere I can live my childhood dreams of long agoOn mountains in Colorado(On mountains in Colorado) Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Be A Texas Cowboy (Larry W. Jones 01/14/2012) (song #6536)Well, I’m a Texas cowboy far away from homeWhen I ride back to Texas, I will no more roamMontana is too cold and winters are too longBefore Spring roundups start, your money is all goneI worked the X-I-T which now I’ll never seeLest I go back to Texas and they pardon meI’ve worked in Nebraska where grass grows ten feet highCattle are the rustlers, they make good cowboys die(instrumental)I’ve worked in the sand hills and down along the PlatteMost cowboys are good fellers and cattle are fatI traveled this whole country and worked for the brandAll through the Indian Nation and the Rio GrandeAll along the Yellowstone where it’s cold year roundBoys, I got consumption from sleeping on the groundThe badlands of Montana are the worst I’ve seenAin’t no place for tenderfeet and cows are too lean(instrumental)So all you Texas cowboys, take warning from meGo to Montana but leave your money with meJust work down in Texas all the whole year aroundYou won’t get consumption from sleeping on the ground Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Will See You In My Dreams (Larry W. Jones 01/13/2012) (song #6535)Dear, I will see you in my dreamsTil I can see you one more timeWhen you are here safe in my armsAnd I will dwell in thoughts of youWell on into the daytime tooTil I can see your many charmsThe sun and moon above know who I’m dreaming ofAll the heavenly stars brightly shine just for youDear, I will see you in my dreamsTil I can see you one more timeSo darling, remember you’re mine(instrumental)The sun and moon above know who I’m dreaming ofAll the heavenly stars brightly shine just for youDear, I will see you in my dreamsTil I can see you one more timeSo darling, remember you’re mineDear, I will see you in my dreamsTil I can see you one more timeSo darling, remember you’re mine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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.

I’d Give Up Tomorrow (Larry W. Jones 01/12/2012) (song #6533)I’d give up tomorrow to take back yesterdayFor what good is tomorrow with no one to loveI’d give up tomorrow with all its clouds of grayTo take back today the one love I’m dreaming ofTomorrow will open an empty world for meI’ll give in to sorrow more than I’m having nowI’d give up tomorrow to take back yesterdayI don’t want tomorrow without love anyhow(instrumental)Tomorrow will open an empty world for meI’ll give in to sorrow more than I’m having nowI’d give up tomorrow to take back yesterdayI don’t want tomorrow without love anyhowI’d give up tomorrow to take back yesterdayI’d give up tomorrow to take back yesterday Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Black Hills Gold (Larry W. Jones 01/11/2012) (song #6532)Listen pals and you’ll pity my sad taleI’m sickly and I’m lookin’ mighty paleI gave up my job with its fancy frillsTo hunt gold in South Dakota’s Black HillsListen pals, don’t go, stay a common manAnd stay away from that old town CheyenneCause there’s Outlaw Will and Comanche BillWho’ll take more than your gold in the Black HillsThe round-house at Cheyenne is full at nightFull of drifters in search of men in plightTheir clothes are ragged with pockets to fillWith the gold you carry from the Black Hills(instrumental)Listen pals, I went to Cheyenne for gold to findAll I found were mem’ries I left behindThrough hail and snow and rain up to the gillsI became an orphan in the Black HillsSo pals, listen to advice I’ll unfoldDon’t go to Cheyenne a-huntin’ for goldCause only the railroad’s pockets you’ll fillHunting gold in South Dakota’s Black Hills Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Only Hear My Heartbeats For You (Larry W. Jones 01/11/2012) (song #6531)There’s a big jackhammer beating nearbyBut just where it is I haven’t a clueI know it’s near and I feel its war cryBut I only hear my heartbeats for youThere’s a big flock of geese flying up highOh, I know they’re somewhere up in the blueI’m told they sound loud when they’re on the flyBut I only hear my heartbeats for youI see we’re in a beautiful gardenJust off a crowded street or avenueWhere there must be a lot of commotionBut I only hear my heartbeats for you(instrumental)There’s a big flock of geese flying up highOh, I know they’re somewhere up in the blueI’m told they sound loud when they’re on the flyBut I only hear my heartbeats for youI see we’re in a beautiful gardenJust off a crowded street or avenueWhere there must be a lot of commotionBut I only hear my heartbeats for youDear, I only hear my heartbeats for you Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

It’s Coming Onto Spring (Larry W. Jones 01/11/2012) (song #6530)Well boys, it’s coming onto SpringSo it’s time to tune up and singAbout the greening of the pastures in the sunAnd the sound of the birds and roundup of the herdsTune up your whistles, everyoneOh my, the sun’s a-shinin’ in the skyOld Man Winter is biddin’ us goodbyeThe air is gettin’ warmer, don’t you sayI’m informed it’s nigh on the month of MayAnd snow is meltin’ off the Great Divide(instrumental)Soon a cowboy sees redwing blackbirds in the treesAnd that means the cold wind is held at bayYou cowboys know it’s time to saySpring’s a-comin’, can’t you feel itAnd this wool coat, it’s time to peel itWell boys, it’s coming onto SpringSo it’s time to tune up and singAbout the greening of the pastures in the sunAnd the sound of the birds and roundup of the herdsTune up your whistles, everyoneCause boys, it’s coming onto Spring Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Here Comes Paradise (Larry W. Jones 01/10/2012) (song #6529)Here comes paradise, there is no disguiseWith a heart that’s true and love in her eyesLove in paradise is in store for meHere comes paradise with her golden hairIt’s so nice to know that for me she caresEach day and night she’s paradise to meI was so lonesome til she came my wayBut now I own some paradise today(instrumental)I was so lonesome til she came my wayBut now I own some paradise todayHere comes paradise like the Summer warmMy heart is in song as we stroll alongHere comes paradise in a love that’s strongHere comes paradiseHere comes paradise with her golden hairParadise is here with love in the air Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

This Old Ranch (Larry W. Jones 01/10/2012) (song #6528)I’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too longSpring roundup’s come and gone and Summer’s hot and strongI’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too longAnd now it’s time for me to ride alongMama wrote from Texas but Texas ain’t my homeTexas ain’t my home, no, Texas ain’t my homeMama wrote from Texas but Texas ain’t my homeCause I’ve been a bad outlaw too longI’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too longSpring roundup’s come and gone and Summer’s hot and strongI’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too longAnd now it’s time for me to ride alongRangers and posse are ridin’ after meRidin’ after me, oh, they’re searchin’ hard for meRangers and posse are ridin’ after meAnd now it’s time for me to ride alongI miss my Texas girl, miss her oh, so badMiss her oh, so bad, miss her oh, so badI miss my Texas girl, miss her oh, so badShe’s back down in Texas feeling sadI’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too longSpring roundup’s come and gone and Summer’s hot and strongI’ve worked around and lurked around this old ranch too longAnd now it’s time for me to ride along Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Little Jimmy Dickens (Larry W. Jones 01/09/2012) (song #6527)Little Jimmy Dickens is more than slim pickins’It’s true, he may be little but he sure is loudJimmy Dickens, with that big Gibson he’s pickin’Out Behind the Barn he draws a big country crowdLittle Jimmy Dickens wears a big western hatAnd keeping it real country is his legacyLittle Jimmy Dickens has got his act down patHe fills up the stage at the Grand Old Op-er-reeNow, Jimmy Dickens is nobody’s Stepping StoneCause Jimmy said, Take An Old Cold Tater and WaitAnd May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your NoseWhen that old Fireball Mail comes rolling down the grade(instrumental)Little Jimmy Dickens is more than slim pickins’It’s true, he may be little but he sure is loudJimmy Dickens, with that big Gibson he’s pickin’Out Behind the Barn he draws a big country crowdLittle Jimmy Dickens is a big country starHe’s engraved in the country music hall of fameSo, if you like real country, you can’t raise the barCause Little Jimmy Dickens is his great big nameLittle Jimmy Dickens, cowboy boots a-kickin’He’s stickin’ to real country songs Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Welcome Sunshine (Larry W. Jones 01/07/2012) (song #6526)(Welcome sunshine)Welcome sunshine, well, don’t you know I love your smileAnd don’t you cry sunshine, if I’m gone for awhileI was so lonesome that I had tears almost startThen I thought of you and felt bluebirds in my heartWelcome sunshine, keep your bright eyes loving just meAnd I will welcome blue skies anywhere I‘ll beYou don’t have to worry if I’m walking the lineThe train’s stopped at the station, so welcome sunshine(instrumental)(Welcome sunshine)Welcome sunshine, keep your bright eyes loving just meAnd I will welcome blue skies anywhere I‘ll beYou don’t have to worry if I’m walking the lineThe train’s stopped at the station, so welcome sunshineYou don’t have to worry if I’m walking the lineThe train’s stopped at the station, so welcome sunshineWelcome sunshineWelcome my sunny sunshine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Year Of Forty Nine (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6524)Well, you’re gazing now at gold miner JonesA left over from bygone daysBut I want it known I’m still on my bonesAnd I ain’t here lookin’ for praiseIt’s often my mind dreams of days grown oldAnd yes, it’s seems I do repineFor the days of old when we mined the goldBack in the year of forty nineMy comrades I tell, they treated me wellAlthough they were a raunchy crewThey were as rough as grit I must admitBut they were miners brave and true(instrumental)When we were in a pinch, none gave an inchI never heard them moan or whineAnd just like good old men they all kicked inBack in the year of forty nineNow, of all the old miners I have knownThere ain’t but one left here to boastAnd I want it known I’m still on my bonesAlthough I’m looking like a ghostNow, as I roam along from town to townOld folks think I’m the next in lineCause I’ve spent my gold from the days of oldBack in the year of forty nine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Out On The Chisholm Trail (Larry W. Jones 01/05/2012) (song #6525)Now, come all you wily cowboys who have no frightOut in the rain and hailGo and roundup the cattle from morning til nightOut on the Chisholm TrailYour time will be dreadful for the life that you choseRiding through heat and coldYou’ll be almost froze from the water on your clothesAnd soaked in your bedrollYou’ll see bright flashes of lightning shine in your eyesOut on the Chisholm TrailCowboys have to be brave and not afraid to dieThere’s no room for the frailYou better think of your farms and its shanty charmsYour wife will wear a veilDon’t sound an alarm or think you’ll be dry and warmOut on the Chisholm TrailNow, come all you wily cowboys who have no frightOut in the rain and hailGo and roundup the cattle from morning til nightOut on the Chisholm Trail Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Top Rail Roosters (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6523)Well now, you top rail roosters think it’s funTo jest sit up there and git nothin’ doneYer line of blab is gittin’ hard to takeWhile I grab this wild coffin head to breakRide ‘im you say, with talk that’s down right cheapYou top rail roosters couldn’t ride a sheepWell boys, go on and blab, each one of youI’ll take yer old jab and I’ll ride ‘im tooWell now boys, he’s quit his awful pitchin’Now, which one of you might have the itchin’Come round tomorrow, he’ll be just as tameYou top rail roosters will be just as lame(instrumental)Ride ‘im you say, with talk that’s down right cheapYou top rail roosters couldn’t ride a sheepWell boys, go on and blab, each one of youI’ll take yer old jab and I’ll ride ‘im tooWell, none of you boys will ever save faceAnd none of you will ever take my placeYou’re top rail roosters, every one of youAnd that’s about all you will ever do Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Every Time We Say Hello (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6522)Every time we say hello, my world is betterEvery time we say hello, my heart’s in fettersAnd everyone must know how much I love you soCause everything is better with our love aglowDear, when you are here, there’s nothing wrong about itStead of singing songs, I want to shout about itThere’s no better song, I’ll wagerThat goes from minor to majorEvery time we say hello, when we say hello(instrumental)Every time we say hello, my world is betterEvery time we say hello, my heart’s in fettersDear, when you are here, there’s nothing wrong about itStead of singing songs, I want to shout about itThere’s no better song, I’ll wagerThat goes from minor to majorEvery time we say hello, when we say helloThere’s no better song, I’ll wagerThat goes from minor to majorEvery time we say hello, when we say hello Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Adios Longhorn (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6521)You’re fed on grass and two years oldWorth the fourth of an ounce of goldBig and fat and as wild as sinThe range won’t see you there againTenderloin for the man who shirksNeck and knuckles for him who worksAdios longhorn, don’t you rantOn your way to the packing plantAway you go, so long, longhornYou caused me sweat since early mornNow loaded with a hundred moreYour ranging days are now long o’re(instrumental)Away you go, so long, longhornYou caused me sweat since early mornNow loaded with a hundred moreYour ranging days are now long o’reRawhide and tallow, hoofs and hornsNothing that the packing plant scornsAdios longhorn, don’t you rantOn your way to the packing plant Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Evergreen Love (Larry W. Jones 01/04/2012) (song #6520)When I see an evergreen treeDear, it so reminds me of youAn evergreen tree grows up strongLike an evergreen love that’s trueEvergreen tree, evergreen treeEvergreen love has come alongEvergreen love’s a lasting loveFor evergreen is never blueThe lasting song I’m singing ofIs sweet evergreen love from youEvergreen tree, evergreen treeEvergreen love has come to me(instrumental)Evergreen love’s a lasting loveFor evergreen is never blueThe lasting song I’m singing ofIs sweet evergreen love from youEvergreen tree, evergreen treeEvergreen love has come to meWhen I see an evergreen treeDear, it so reminds me of youAn evergreen tree grows up strongLike an evergreen love that’s true Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Young Western Singer (Larry W. Jones 01/03/2012) (song #6519)Well, I’m a young western singerBut every song I start to singSome cowboy starts in to yellin’Who choked that young dogie, poor thingAll the cowboys up and leave meNot one of them stay very longWhen I set my western voice freeWith this old familiar sad songAs I walked out in the streets of LaredoOh, as I walked out in Laredo one dayI first took to drinkin’ then to card playin’Got shot in the breast and am dyin’ todayI hate to see all them punchers runAnd I hate to hear them all sayGit a rope, someone git a gunAnd hang that young singer todayI don’t understand why they actAs if I am doing so wrongCause I’m a young western singerWith this old familiar sad songAs I walked out in the streets of LaredoOh, as I walked out in Laredo one dayI first took to drinkin’ then to card playin’Got shot in the breast and am dyin’ todayWell, I’m a young western singerI guess I’m just doing it wrong Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Foolish Kind Of Way (Larry W. Jones 01/03/2012) (song #6518)I’ve always been a rover, I guess the foolish kindPretty girls I looked over, in quest of all I’d findNone could ever hold me though they begged for me to stayI told all I loved them in a foolish kind of wayThe foolish kind of way was the system that I usedI spread myself around and now I’m down with the bluesI never thought about tomorrow, only todayI told all I loved them in a foolish kind of wayI went to smoky places where I had lots of funI thought they were OK places, never hurt no oneNow when folks talk about me, here’s what all of them sayHe told all he loved them in a foolish kind of way(instrumental)The foolish kind of way was the system that I usedI spread myself around and now I’m down with the bluesI never thought about tomorrow, only todayI told all I loved them in a foolish kind of waySo, listen to the tale of someone who really knowsTime is gonna tell if you don’t keep right on your toesDon’t leave your heart at home and then go outside to playDon’t tell all you love them in a foolish kind of way Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Rose Of The Prairie (Larry W. Jones 01/03/2012) (song #6517)O’re the wide prairie, the prairie so wideEarly in morning this cowboy now ridesThis cowboy rides, boys, this sad cowboy ridesEarly in morning this cowboy now ridesShe wrote a letter and sent it by stageI read it over page by dreadful pageShe married another by some designI must not tarry, she’ll never be mine(instrumental)Rose of the prairie, this cowboy is blueThough you’re now married, dear, I still love youMy love’s still true dear, my love is still trueThough you’re now married, dear, I still love youO’re the wide prairie, the prairie so wideEarly in morning this cowboy now ridesThis cowboy rides, boys, this sad cowboy ridesEarly in morning this cowboy now ridesMy rose of the prairie made this cowboy blue Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Cowboy’s Way (Larry W. Jones 01/03/2011) (song #6516)To a cowpoke’s ear, the bawl of a steerIs a melody of the plainsAnd when gray coyotes make their howling notesTo him it’s just a grateful strainAnd his cowboy song as he rides alongIs all about his pretty galWith her golden hair she’ll be waiting thereBy the gate of the old corralFor a king’s gold crown in a big old townHe would turn down and never changeFor his life is free on the wide prairieRiding out on the western rangeHis eyes are open to everything thereBut there’s nothing to make him fretAnd if now and then his soul has a careIt will bring him no cold regretThe loud pounding beat of his pony’s feetOn the sod as he rides alongIs in harmony with the melodyOf his light hearted cowboy songHe still rides the way as in yesterdayWith a big holler and a hootWith a tightened cinch that won’t give an inchWhen he digs with a roweled bootThe skies may turn grey and make cowboys prayAnd the wind may blow cold and moanBut a cowboy’s way is his only wayThe saddle is a cowboy’s throneSo, saddle up boys for the ride todayJust look at those big western skiesAnd we’ll know the joys of a cowboy’s wayFor I can see it in your eyes Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Butcher Holler Square Dancing (Larry W. Jones 01/02/2012) (song #6515)Well, they’re tunin’ up the fiddlesWay down in old Butcher HollerWhere Grandpa Jones sings his riddlesThey say he beats all the callersIn the country around aboutThere’s one old bow legged fellerAnd he’s the loudest, there’s no doubtListen to him laugh and bellerNow, balance all and do-si-doRope her, tie her and let her goNow, swing her round and place her therePromenade all and don’t be squareNow, all choose your pretty partnersJust go grab the next one afterNow, step lively to the cornersAnd shake the roof with your laughterNow, let’s all do it one more timeDo-si-do, with lots of prancin’Cause there is nothin’ quite as fineAs Butcher Holler square dancin’ Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

I Rode Out From El Paso (Larry W. Jones 01/01/2012) (song #6514)I rode out from El Paso following his tracksThe sheriff said I would know how to bring him backThis star I wear is shiny, reflecting the sunIt feels so heavy for the job that must be doneThe outlaw is a man who’s taller than them allHe was once a good man before his wayward fallThe circuit judge he gunned down and now he must payI rode out from El Paso for this wayward preyOnce upon a time he lived for justice and rightUntil his young wife was killed with malice one nightHis world was shattered as he shoveled in the groundHe dug a grave and laid his darling six feet downVengeance he declared on all who took her young lifeThe gun he wears is notched in mem’ry of his wifeBut vengeance only grows into another flawBlind reason turns a man into a bad outlawI rode out from El Paso to track an outlawWhen we were young cowboys we both looked like our PawHis eyes shine just like mine and we both carry gunsThis outlaw and me, both of us are Daddy’s sonsThis star I wear is shiny, reflecting the sunIt feels so heavy for the job that must be done Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Cielito Lindo (Larry W. Jones 01/01/2012) (song #6513)South of the Rio in the square of LaredoMariachis sing Cielito Lindo in songA senorita in the square of LaredoBroke my heart and I’m in Mexico all aloneAl sur del Río en la plaza de LaredoMariachis cantan Cielito Lindo en canciónEyes as black as midnight promised love with their glowBut now my sad plight is as dim as it can beHere I feel contrite in the square of LaredoI know my senorita’s been deceiving meTequila poured free in the square of LaredoI stopped for awhile at Jose’s cantina doorMy ears heard the sweet sound of Cielito LindoThe same song that she said was ours forevermoreAl sur del Río en la plaza de LaredoMariachis cantan Cielito Lindo en canciónThen I saw her there in the square of LaredoDancing with a young vaquero in the night airI challenged the vaquero whom I didn’t knowFor the senorita’s love we both couldn’t shareNorth of the Rio and the square of LaredoI sadly recall the bad deed that I had doneAnd whenever I hear sweet Cielito LindoOnce again I see her step in front of his gunThe tale that they tell in the square of LaredoOf a young senorita whom they all adoredLoved a Gringo there in the square of LaredoShe’ll be their Cielito Lindo forevermoreAl sur del Río en la plaza de LaredoMariachis cantan Cielito Lindo en canción Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Chester The Town Crier (Larry W. Jones 01/01/2012) (song #6512)Well, here comes old Chester the town crierHe’s the gloomiest man seen around townHad a girl, but her he couldn’t inspireNow Chester the town crier wears a frownOld Chester used to have a happy faceHe told the whole town about her embraceAnyone could see Chester was in loveUntil I stole his girl I’m singing of(instrumental)I told the whole town with a happy faceJust how much I enjoyed her warm embraceBut then she left me and the whole town seesThe town criers are old Chester and meNow I look like Chester the town crierOh, both of us enjoyed her warm embraceBut neither one of us could we inspireChester and I both wear a gloomy frownWell, here comes old Chester the town crierWe’re the gloomiest men seen around town Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

How Years Move Along (Larry W. Jones 12/31/2011) (song #6511)Howdy stranger, haven’t seen you in quite awhileWell, I’m OK, and I see you’re still dressed in styleI remember when you sang to me your swan songNow ain’t it strange dear, how years move alongI know you’re married and I hope you stay that wayHeard he carried you across the threshold last MayThat’s the same thing I did for you when I was strongNow ain’t it strange dear, how years move alongAdios dear, I’ll tip my hat to yesterdayNo, it’s not a tear, you and I are molded clayJust remember that clay doesn’t last very longNow ain’t it strange dear, how years move along(instrumental)I know you’re married and I hope you stay that wayHeard he carried you across the threshold last MayThat’s the same thing I did for you when I was strongNow ain’t it strange dear, how years move alongAdios dear, I’ll tip my hat to yesterdayNo, it’s not a tear, you and I are molded clayJust remember that clay doesn’t last very longNow ain’t it strange dear, how years move along Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Do You Yearn For Me (Larry W. Jones 12/31/2011) (song #6510)When evening falls, do you yearn for meBy empty walls, do you yearn for meAnd at any time when you’re aloneDo you yearn for any love we’ve knownHas your heart learned or turned into stoneWhen mem’ries come, do you yearn for meWhen you’re lonesome, do you yearn for meAlthough it has been so long agoI would again wish our love could growPlease let me know, do you yearn for me(instrumental)Do you yearn for any love we’ve knownHas your heart learned or turned into stoneWhen mem’ries come, do you yearn for meWhen you’re lonesome, do you yearn for meAlthough it has been so long agoI would again wish our love could growPlease let me know, do you yearn for meAlthough it has been so long agoI would again wish our love could growPlease let me know, do you yearn for meDo you yearn for meDo you yearn for me Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Did It Snow (Larry W. Jones 12/31/2011) (song #6509)Did it snow, did it snow at your address last nightLike it fell, like it fell down on mineDid you know, did you know by dawn of morning lightYou could tell you almost lost your mindWere they warm, were they warm, your memories last nightOr were they as cold as snow and iceDid they form, did they form memories clear and brightDid you know someday you’ll pay the priceDid it snow, did it snow at your address last nightLike it fell, like it fell down on mine(instrumental)Were they warm, were they warm, your memories last nightOr were they as cold as snow and iceDid they form, did they form memories clear and brightDid you know someday you’ll pay the priceDid it snow, did it snow at your address last nightLike it fell, like it fell down on mineDid you know, did you know by dawn of morning lightYou could tell you almost lost your mindDid it snow, did it snow at your address last nightLike it fell, like it fell down on mine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Bygone Yesterdays (Larry W. Jones 12/31/2011) (song #6508)Yesterdays are always in my memoryThough they’re bygone, they’re still shadows in my heartEvery day I close my eyes and then I seeBygone yesterdays that never did departHow I remember old friends from yesterdayI recall mostly kind words they had to sayThose old friends, you see, are still a part of meHere in memories of bygone yesterdaysI never sing the old Scot song, Auld Lang SyneSuch things make me cry for those who’ve passed awayI’d rather think they’re just asleep, counting sheepHere in memories of bygone yesterdays(instrumental)How I remember old friends from yesterdayI recall mostly kind words they had to sayThose old friends, you see, are still a part of meHere in memories of bygone yesterdaysI never sing the old Scot song, Auld Lang SyneSuch things make me cry for those who’ve passed awayI’d rather think they’re just asleep, counting sheepHere in memories of bygone yesterdaysThose old friends, you see, are still a part of meHere in memories of bygone yesterdays Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Long Before You Were Mine (Larry W. Jones 12/31/2011) (song #6507)On the license our signatures are on the linesMarriage is a covenant made for all of timeBut looking at history, there’s no mysteryCause you were on my mind long before you were mineDear, you were on my mindLong before you were mineAnd you were in my heartLong before our new startNow we both share a doorTo happiness and moreI knew love’s light would shineLong before you were mine(instrumental)Written down on paper are words that sound sublimeDown in my heart those words are engraved for all timeLike endless ocean waves, I’ll honor words I gaveCause you were on my mind long before you were mineDear, you were on my mindLong before you were mineAnd you were in my heartLong before our new startNow we both share a doorTo happiness and moreI knew love’s light would shineLong before you were mineDear, you were on my mindLong before you were mine Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Cynthia Ann Parker (Larry W. Jones 12/30/2011) (song #6506)On a wide brown prairie in early Texas daysJohn Parker came to settle on the landBut he knew not the cunning of Comanche waysNor what lay in store for Cynthia AnnWhen cabins and Fort Parker were finally builtThey felt the land was right for them to stayMenfolk did the hunting and women made their quiltsCynthia Ann was just a child at playOne day Comanches came, five hundred in their bandEighteen thirty six, in the month of MayWhen the massacre was done, not a man would standCynthia Ann, Comanches took awayCynthia Ann Parker lived the Indian lifeShe grew up learning all Comanche waysPeta Nocona took Cynthia Ann as wifeThree half-breed children filled up all her daysThe story isn’t over, there’s another turnTexas Rangers searched near by and far flungThe rescue of Cynthia Ann was their concernTheir deeds at Medicine Mound is still sungSon, Quanna Parker, a famous Indian chiefIs still remembered to this very dayBut Cynthia Ann died in Texas full of griefShe still missed her tribal Comanche waysOn a wide brown prairie in early Texas daysJohn Parker came to settle on the landBut he knew not the cunning of Comanche waysNor what lay in store for Cynthia Ann Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Voyagers Lantern (Larry W. Jones 12/30/2011) (song #6505)If when you’re asleep in the nightA voice you hear softly spokenOf someone who’s deep in their frightAnd their hope is deeply brokenWith each wave they travel alongWhile the hull is fragile and weakDoing right will never be wrongSo, if their horizon is bleakGo on and light the voyagers lanternAnd when you do, oh please light one for mePerhaps it will help all of us discernThe path to steer in life’s dark stormy seaAnd as a new day awakensYou will find new friends waiting thereFor you will not have forsakenThe voyagers lantern of careGo on and light the voyagers lanternAnd when you do, oh please light one for mePerhaps it will help all of us discernThe path to steer in life’s dark stormy seaGo on and light the voyagers lanternAnd when you do, oh please light one for mePerhaps it will help all of us discernThe path to steer in life’s dark stormy sea Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Someone Somewhere (Larry W. Jones 12/29/2011) (song #6504)Somewhere is wherever she has goneSomewhere I know that I have gone wrongI cannot get her out of my mindSo, I’ve thought it through and this I findSomeone, somewhere, is telling her things I meant to saySomeone, somewhere, is dwelling on things that I let strayI know she’s contented but somehow it just isn’t fairSomeone, somewhere, is now loving my someone somewhereWell, it has been awhile but I’m OK by myselfAnd I still try to smile with my heart upon the shelfYeah, I’m still here while she’s been somewhere covering groundAnd I’m pretty sure that this here is what she has foundSomeone, somewhere, is telling her things I meant to saySomeone, somewhere, is dwelling on things that I let strayI know she’s contented but somehow it just isn’t fairSomeone, somewhere, is now loving my someone somewhere(instrumental)She might be in ColoradoShe might be in EldoradoI might be a desperado with nowhere to goSomewhere is wherever she has goneSomewhere I know that I have gone wrongI cannot get her out of my mindSo, I’ve thought it through and this I findSomeone, somewhere, is telling her things I meant to saySomeone, somewhere, is dwelling on things that I let strayI know she’s contented but somehow it just isn’t fairSomeone, somewhere, is now loving my someone somewhere Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Deep Wooded Holler (Larry W Jones 12/17/2018) (song #7404)Well, I’d rather live in a deep wooded holler Where the live oak trees won’t allow the sun to shine Than to know that somehow you could love another When you said that you would vow to always be mineI now sleep in a deep wooded holler And when I awake I can find no rest Every hour it seems my world gets smaller Every time my poor heart beats in my chestDear, in my deep wooded holler you are welcome If you’re not wedded, you can rightly come herein Here in my poor heart dear I will always love you For you know that it was your love I tried to win(Instrumental)I now sleep in a deep wooded holler And when I awake I can find no rest Every hour it seems my world gets smaller Every time my poor heart beats in my chestDear, in my deep wooded holler you are welcome If you’re not wedded, you can rightly come herein Here in my poor heart dear I will always love you For you know that it was your love I tried to win(Instrumental)I now sleep in a deep wooded holler And when I awake I can find no rest Every hour it seems my world gets smaller Every time my poor heart beats in my chest Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.