As I sat down one evening,

Twas in a small Café

A forty year old waitress,

To me these words did say:

I see that you’re a cowboy

And not just a common bum,

For only a cavalry cowboy

Stirs his coffee with his thumb

My lover’s a cavalry cowboy

There’s none like him today

If you pour whiskey on it,

He’ll eat a bale of hay

At riding noone can beat him,

At roping it’s still the same

When it comes to lovin’ the ladies

He puts ‘em all to shame

My lover’s gone for a soldier

In the 10^th cavalry,

Riding tall in the saddle,

He rode away from me.

Tall bobby he loves the ladies

Serenading them with his tunes

Their papas try and lock them up,

From that scoundrel bobby boone

Bobby boone’s a dynamite roper,

On rosie he’s won renown

Riding that roach like lightning ,

That steer is stretched and down

Linus hinton is their leader

Singing as they ride the trail

George, reg, wes and bobby,

Scattering snakes and jacks and quail

When linus packs his saddlebags

He never carries beans

He only packs the things he loves

Dried apricots and sardines

George taylor is the tracker,

The best there is no doubt

Across stream and stone and mountain

This Seminole negro scout

For training and treating the horses

There’s no one like our wes

From thrush to colic and saddlesores

Our wes he is the best

So now you’ve heard the story

Of the men of  e troop

Carrying on tradition

Of the famous 10^th cavalry

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Sharon heist/2006