Don Edwards - Zebra Dun lyrics

We was camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron Along came a stranger and stopped to arger some He looked so very very foolish that we began to look around We thought he was a greenhorn that just 'scaped from town We'd asked if he'd had breakfast; he'd had not had a sniff We opened up the chuck-box and told him help himself He took a little beefsteak, a biscuits and some beans And he then began to talk about the foreign kings and queens He talked about the Spanish War and fighting on on the seas With guns as big as beef steers and ramrods big as trees And he talked about old Paul Jones, the fighting son of a gun And he said he was the grittiest cuss that ever pulled a gun Such an educated feller, his thoughts just come in herds He astonished all us punchers with his jaw-breaking words He just kept right on talking till he made the boys all sick And we began to look around for how to play a trick He said he'd lost his job out upon the Santa Fe And he was going across the plains to strike the 7-D But he didn't say how come it, just some trouble with his boss He said he'd like to borrow a nice fat saddle hoss This tickled all the boys to d**h; we laughed down in their sleeves Said that he could have a horse as fresh as he would please So shorty grabbed a la**o and he roped the Zebra Dun And led him to the stranger as we waited for the fun Now Old Dunny was an outlaw he had grown so awful wild He could paw the white out of the moon every jump for a mile And he always stood right still, just like he didn't know Until he was saddled and ready for to go Now the stranger hit the saddle, and old Dunny quit the earth He went straight up in the air for all that he was worth A-bawlin and a-squalin, and having a wall-eyed fit With his hind feet perpendicular, and his front ones in the bit Now we could see the tops of trees beneath him every jump The stranger he was growed there just like the camel's hump And he sat up there upon him and he curled his black mustache Just like a summer boarder a waiting for his hash Now he thumped him in the shoulders and he spurred him when he whirled He showed us flunky punchers he's the wolf of this old world And when he had dismounted once more upon the ground Why we knew he was a thoroughbred and not a gent from town Now the boss he was a-standing and a-watching all the show He walks right up to him and he asks him not to go "If you can use the la**o like you rode the Zebra Dun Then your the man I've looked for ever since the year of one" Well he could use a la**o and he didn't do it slow The cattle they stampeded he was always on the go A one thing and a sure thing that I've learned since I've been born Every educated feller he ain't a plumb greenhorn