Don Edwards - Philosophical Cowboy lyrics

On the Double Circle Range where the gra** grows green The cattle get wild and the broncos get mean The calves get bigger as the days go by You got to keep a-rimming, boys, it's root hog or die If you ride them out of horses you've got to keep them shod You can't shoe them standing then you lay them on the sod Now you tack the iron on when you got a mind to try You better take to it, boys, it's root hog or die Now in the morning after breakfast just about daylight You throw your saddle on your horse and pull your cinches tight Now your bronco may jump crooked or he may jump high We all got to ride them, boys, root hog or die Oh, the trail's rough and rocky but we got to make the drive You start a bunch of cattle, boys, you better come alive If you ever get a maverick better get him on the fly You better take to them, boys, root hog or die When the long day is over you'll be glad to see the chief A pot of black coffee got another full of beef Some sour dough biscuits to take the place of pie When he hollers, "Come and git it, boys" it's root hog or die Now in the middle of the night it's sometimes awful hard To leave your warm blankets when you're called on guard And you pa** the weary moments while the stars are in the sky Humming to the cattle, boys, root hog or die Now sometimes dreadful stormy and sometimes pretty clear You might work a month, you might work a year But you can make a winning if you'll come alive and try For the whole world over, boys, it's root hog or die Now sometimes dreadful stormy and sometimes pretty clear You might work a month or you might work a year But you can make a winning if you'll come alive and try For the whole world over, boys, it's root hog or die