Tex an' the Sheriff's Gal.....................pt3

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“Don't try hit, Tex," wuz whut he said;

"Why: yo're only a right young lad.

If I hed tuh smoke up on a boy,

Hit would shore make me feel bad. ,

“A thousand gold is a heap, jest now,

But I aint a gettin’ mine thet way.

Yo‘re safe with me, if yo' want a job;

An' I hope thet yo’ll want tuh stay.“

I wuz a ridin' with him when he got his;

We wuz trailin' a ruetlin’ gang,

when suddintly, they cut hell loose.

The slugs shore whined an' sang.

I fought like hell an' brought him in,

In the night when they couldn't see.

Hit wuz the night thet I told yo' of,

when he turned the ranch tuh me.

I want tuh tell yo' thet I love yo', Nell;

Thet’s a part of my story, too;

But hit aint a part thet yo' must take

with the ranch thet I turn tuh yo'.

I owed yore Dad the years I gave.

Tuh my bargain I hev been true.

Hit's only a part of the life I hev,

An' am willin' tuh give tuh yo'.

I’ve heered yo' say: “I love yo', Tex.“

Soon yore Dad frum the Great Corral

Will come tuh the ropin’ at Laramie

Of Tex an' the Sheriff's gal.