Songs By The Sons Of The Pioneers

Lyrics & Songs and lyrics by Roy Rogers with The Sons Of The Pioneers

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Pioneers with and without Roy Rogers recorded and
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This first group has songs by Roy and The Sons Of The Pioneers

*  I've Sold My Saddle For An Old Guitar

*  Little Joe The Wrangler
Little Joe, the wrangler, will never wrangle more;
His days with the remuda they are done.
'Twas a year ago last April he joined the outfit here,
A little Texas stray and all alone.

'Twas long late in the evening he rode up to the herd
On a little old brown pony he called Chaw;
With his brogan shoes and overalls a harder looking kid
You never in your life had seen before.

His saddle 'twas a southern kack built many years ago,
An O.K. spur on one foot idle hung,
While his "hot roll" in a cotton sack was loosely tied behind
And a canteen from the saddle horn he'd slung.

He said he'd had to leave his home, his daddy'd married twice
And his new ma beat him every day or two;
So he saddled up old Chaw one night and "lit a shuck" this way
Thought he'd try and paddle his own canoe.

Said he'd try and do the best he could if we'd only give him work
Though he didn't know "straight" up about a cow,
So the boss he cut him out a mount and kinder put him on
For he sorta liked the little stray somehow.

Taught him how to herd the horses and to learn to know them all
To round 'em up by daylight; if he could
To follow the chuck wagon and to always hitch the team
And help the "cosinero" rustle wood.

We'd driven hard to red river and the weather had been fine;
We were camped down on the south side of the bend
When a norther commenced blowing and we doubled up our guards
For it took all hands to hold the cattle then.

Little Joe the wrangler was called out with the rest
And scarcely had the kid got to the herd
When the cattle they stampeded; like a hail storm, long they flew
And all of us were riding for the lead.

"Tween the streaks of lightning we could see a horse out far ahead
'Twas little Joe the wrangler in the lead;
We was riding "old Blue Rocket" with his slicker 'bove his head
Trying to check the leaders in their speed.

At last we got them milling and kind of quieted down
And the extra guard back to the camp did go
But one of them was missin' and we all knew at a glance
'Twas our little Texas stray poor wrangler Joe.

Next morning just at sunup we found where Rocket fell
Down in a washout twenty feet below
Beneath his horse mashed to a pulp his horse had rung the knell
For our little Texas stray--poor wrangler Joe.

*  Cool Water
All day I face the barren waste without the taste of water,
Cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry and souls that cry for water,
Cool water.

The night are cool and I'm a fool each stars a pool of water,
Cool water.
But with the dawn I'll wake and yawn and carry on to water,
Cool water.

Keep a movin' Dan, don't you listen to him Dan, he's a devil not a man
and he spreads the burnin' sand with water.
Dan can't you see that big green tree where the waters runnin' free
and it's waiting there for me and you.
Water, cool water.

The shadows sway and seem to say tonight we pray for water,
Cool water.
And way up there He'll hear our prayer and show us where there's water,
Cool Water.

Dan's feet are sore he's yearning for just one thing more than water,
Cool water.
Like me, I guess, he'd like to rest where there's no quest for water,
Cool water.

* A Cowboy Has To Sing

*  Pistol Packin' Mama-Mama

*  My Saddle Pals And I

*  Ridin' Down The Canyon
When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the plains
And all I have to do is lay around,
I saddle up my pony and go ridin' down the trail
To watch the desert sun go down.

Ridin' down the canyon to watch the sun go down
A picture that no artist ere can paint.
White faced cattle lowing on the mountain side,
I hear a coyote calling for its mate.

Cactus plants are blooming, sage brush everywhere,
granite spires are standing all around,
I tell you folks it's heaven to go riding down the trail
When the desert sun goes down.

*  Tumbling Tumbleweeds
I'm a roaming cowboy riding all day long,
Tumbleweeds around me sing their lonely song.
Nights underneath the prairie moon,
I ride along and sing this tune.

See them tumbling down
Pledging their love to the ground
Lonely but free I'll be found
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

Cares of the past are behind
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

I know when night has gone
That a new world's born at dawn.

I'll keep rolling along
Deep in my heart is a song
Here on the range I belong
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

*  Do-Si-Do

*  Take Me Back To T-E-X-A-S

*  Cowboy Ham And Eggs

* Gonna Build A Big Fence Around Texas

*  The Kid With The Rip In His Pants

*  Cowboy Jubilee

*  Smiles Are Made Out Of Sunshine

*  (Oh Why, Oh Why, Did I Ever Leave)Wyoming

Git Along Little Doggies
As I walked out one morning for pleasure,
I met a cowpuncher a jogging along;
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a jingling,
And as he advanced he was singing this song.


Yippee Ti Yi Yo, get along little dogies
It's your misfortune and none of my own
Yippee Ti Yi Yo get along little dogies
For you know that Wyoming will soon be your home.

Early in the springtime we round up the dogies
Mark them and brand them and bob off their tails
Round up the horses and load the chuck wagon
Throw them little dogies right out on the trail.

In the evening we round in the dogies
As they are grazing from herd all around
You have no idea the trouble they give us
As we are holding them on the bed ground.

In the morning we throw off the bed ground
Aiming to graze them an hour or two
When they are full, you think you can drive them
On the trail, but damned if you do.

Some fellows go on the trail for pleasure,
But they have got this thing down wrong;
If it hadn't been for these troublesome dogies,
I never would thought of writing this song.

*  Ole Faithful
Ole Faithful, we rode the range together
Ole Faithful, in ev'ry kind of weather
When your round up days are over
There'll be pastures white with clover
For you, Ole Faithful, pal o' mine.

Hurry up ole fellow
'Cause the moon is yellow to-night
Hurry up ole fellow
'Cause the moon is mellow and bright
There's a coyote howling to the moon above
So carry me back to the one I love
Hurry up ole fellow
'Cause we gotta get home to-night.

*  (Down The) Trail To San Antone

*  The Wheel Of The Wagon Is Broken

*  You Can't Take The Texas Out Of Me
*  Way Out There

*  Twilight On The Trail
You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail
Making camp along the way
You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail
At rest at the end of the day

The stars overhead
With their message unsaid
The glow from the fire in our eyes
The wind through the trees,
A warm southern breeze
The Earth is embraced by the skies

You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail
On the trail to paradise

The night gathers in
We lazily spin
On an ocean of peaceful dreams
The great Northern light
In unbridled delight
Dances the dance of kings

You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail
On the trail to paradise
On the trail to paradise

*  I'm Thinking Tonight Of My Blue Eyes
It would been better for us had we never
In this wide wicked world had ever met
For the pleasures we've both seen together
I am sure love I'll never forget

Oh I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Who is sailing far over the sea
Oh I'm thinking tonight of him only
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me

Oh you told me once dear that you loved me
And you said that we never would part
But a link in the chain has been broken
Leaving me with a sad and aching heart

Oh I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Who is sailing far over the sea
Oh I'm thinking tonight of him only
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me

When the cold cold grave shall enclose me
Will you come dear and shed just one tear
And say to the strangers around dear
A poor heart you have broken lies here

Oh I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Who is sailing far over the sea
Oh I'm thinking tonight of him only
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me

Oh I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Who is sailing far over the sea
Oh I'm thinking tonight of him only
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me

* Dust
*  Blue Shadows On The Trail
Shades of night are falling
As the wind be-gins to sigh
And the world's silhou-etted a-gainst the sky.

Blue Shadows on the Trail
Blue moon shinin' through the trees.
And a plain--tiff wail--- from the distance
Comes a driftin' on the evening breeze.

Move a-long, Blue Shadows, move a-long
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way

Un-til the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.

Move a-long, Blue Shadows, move a-long
Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way

Un-til the darkness sheds its veil
There'll be Blue Shadows on the Trail.
Shadows on the Trail.

*  Stampede

Lightning a flashin' everywhere
Thunder a rollin' through the air
Wind and rain, cattle look insane
This herd might stampede tonight

Clouds are drivin' cross the moonless sky
Cattle a rollin' frightened eyes

Keep em close and tight, cowboy pray with all you might
That this herd won't stampede tonight

There's lightning there's thunder
There's wind and rain, stampede!

Ten thousand cattle on the run
Pray for an early morning sun
Lightning stabs the skies
Cattle drop and never rise, stampede!

Ten thousand cattle in flight
The devil's ridin' herd tonight
The thunder of the hooves and the fury from the skies
Don't get out in front or every man dies

Cold black clouds like funeral shrouds
Roll down their icy threat
And we face to fight this raging night
With odds on the side death

For a stampeding herd
When it's panic is stirred
Is a thing for a cowboy to shun
For no mortal man ever holds command
When the cattle are on the run

The rising of the wind sends out its wail
Drivin' cattle down an endless trail
Rollin' thunder booms sending cattle to their doom

This Group Contains Songs By The Sons Of The Pioneers

*  Ride 'Em Cowboy
Travelin' with the rodeo
That's the only life I've ever known
It started in new mexico
Must've been a hundred years ago
I used to be the best they say
Ridin' young wild horses for my pay
Now I'm much too old it seems
I only ride wild horses in my dreams

They used to tell me, ride em' cowboy
Don't let 'em throw you down
You can't make no money, if you hit the ground
They just said, ride 'em cowboy
Don't let 'em throw you down
You're the toughest cowboy in town

I've always been the rhinestone cowboy
I don't care what glen campbell has to say
What am I supposed to do
Midnight was a champion
He's the only bronc I could not ride
Now they tell me midnight's blind
He only rides the children for a dime
Ladies used to hang around
I must've been a hero in their eyes
My silver spurs are rusty now
Lord I wish I tried to settle down

travelin' with the rodeo
that's the only life I've ever known

*  Ghost Riders In The Sky
An old cowpoke went riding out
One dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as
He went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd
Of red eyed cows he saw,
A-plowin' through the ragged skies
And up a cloudy draw.

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost herd in the sky.

Their brands were still on fire and
Their hooves were made of steel,
Their horns were black and shiny and
Their hot breath he could feel,
A bolt of fear shot through him as
He looked up in the sky,
For he saw the riders comin' hard
And he heard their mournful cry:

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred,
Their shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're riding hard to catch that herd,
But they ain't caught 'em yet,
'cause they've got to ride forever on
That range up in the sky,
On horses snortin' fire, as
They ride on hear their cry:

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky.

The cowpokes loped on past him and
He heard one call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell
A-riding on our range,
Then, cowboy, change your ways today,
Or with us you will ride,
A-trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies.

Yippee-yi-ya, yippee-yi-yo,
Ghost riders in the sky

*  Blue Prairie
Blue prairie, Blue are the skies.
Blue are the sighs, Of a night wind, Callin'.

Blue Prairie, Blue are the hills.
Blue are the trills, Of a nightbird, Callin'.


Every beatin' heart beats a rhythm that is blue.
And the moon has cast a blue reflection on the moon

So the wind while on it's way,
Seems to cry and sigh and say
Blue ooooh ooooh

Blue Prairie, Blue echoes ring
Blue as I sing of a longing
Blue as you....

(Chorus and repeat verse 3 to end)

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