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Come all you jolly cowmen, don't you want to go

Way up on the Kansas line?

Where you whoop up the cattle from morning till night

All out in the midnight rain.

The cowboy's life is a dreadful life,

He's driven through heat and cold;

I'm almost froze with the water on my clothes,

A-ridin' through heat and cold.

I've been where the lightnin', the lightnin' tangled in my eyes,

The cattle I could scarcely hold;

Think I heard my boss man say:

"I want all brave-hearted men who ain't afraid to die

To whoop up the cattle from morning till night,

Way up on the Kansas line."

Speaking of your farms and your shanty charms,

Speaking of your silver and gold,—

Take a cowman's advice, go and marry you a true and lovely little wife,

Never to roam, always stay at home;

That's a cowman's, a cowman's advice,

Way up on the Kansas line.

Think I heard the noisy cook say,

"Wake up, boys, it's near the break of day,"—

Way up on the Kansas line,

And slowly we will rise with the sleepy feeling eyes,

Way up on the Kansas line.

The cowboy's life is a dreary, dreary life,

All out in the midnight rain;

I'm almost froze with the water on my clothes,

Way up on the Kansas line.