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Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 14 Jan 14 - 09:19 PM | |
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 14 Jan 14 - 09:24 PM | |
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 15 Jan 14 - 12:32 PM | |
| Q (Frank Staplin) | 15 Jan 14 - 02:00 PM | |
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Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim
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Subject: Lyr Add: REPLY TO THE LITTLE OLD SOD SHANTY ON THE From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 14 Jan 14 - 09:19 PM The version in the DT Lyrics is a good representative of the "original" song; there are several versions and at least one answer to this ever-popular song. Lyr. Add: REPLY TO "THE LITTLE OLD SOD SHANTY ON THE CLAIM Thomas County Cat., Colby, Kansas, Dec. 3, 1885 My Sam is getting seedy now while holding down his claim, And his flapjacks, as he writes, are not the best, So I'll put my hair in papers ere I lay me down to rest, While my Sam is in his shanty on the claim Yes, I rather like the novelty of living in this way, For such long engagements now are rather tame, And I'm happy as a clam since I said good-bye to Sam When he went to seek his shanty on the claim. Chorus- The dances are so pleasant, so delightful I should say, Here I have as many beaus as I could name; Oh, the buggy rides I'll take while my Sam is far away In his little old sod shanty on the claim. And since he left his eastern home I'm happy and I'm gay, For of course I've sought me out another flame; No doubt he thought I'd come down to burning twisted hay In his filthy old sod shanty on the claim. Oh, let him dabble in the dough, I'm sure it served him right For leaving me in the gutter for to roam; Does he think me such a ninny as to marry such a fright, To be a slave in his dirty cabin home? No doubt some tawny Indian miss will pity on him take And help extricate him from the mess he's in; He need not think a city belle the sacrifice will make For there's many men to wed with lots of tin. He says he'll make his fortune, but I fear he'll lose his hair 'Way out among the wild Indians, frogs and sloughs; He'd better get some other lass as mother to his heir, For I'm determined some other man to choose. He dreams his early bliss seen when in wedlock he is bound And is living with his fair and buxom dame; But when his cash she's spent, until he's not a cent, She may leave him and his shanty on the claim. And if she is a vixen she will make him toe the mark, And thresh and thump and pound him till he's lame; I think I'll wed the owner of the stone front near the park, And leave sam in his shanty on the claim. From Fife and Fife, 1969, Cowboy and Western Songs, A Comprehensive Anthology. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 14 Jan 14 - 09:24 PM Ya know, I like that italicized text (excusing my mistyping). it's prettier than the regular type. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 15 Jan 14 - 12:32 PM Adobes and sod blocks are both earthen, but otherwise differ in the use of the earth and construction of the casa Lyr. Add: LITTLE ADOBE CASA Just one year ago today, I left my eastern home Hunting for a fortune and for fame, Little did I think that now, I'd be in Mexico In this little adóbe casa on the plains. Chorus- The roof is ocateo, The coyotes far and near The Greaser roams about the place all day Centipedes and Tarantulas Crawl o'er me while I sleep In my little adóbe casa on the plains. Alacranies on the ceiling, Cockroaches on the wall. My bill-of-fare is always just the same Frijoles and tortillas Stirred up in chili sauce In my little adóbe casa on the plains. But if some dark eyed mujer Would consent to be my wife I would try to be contented and remain 'Till fate should show a better place To settle down for life Than this little adóbe casa on the plains. From N. Howard Thorp, 1908, Songs of the Cowboys; News Print Shop, Estancia, New Mexico. Facsimile in the edition by Austin E. and Alta s. Fife, 1966. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Little Old Sod Shanty On My Claim From: Q (Frank Staplin) Date: 15 Jan 14 - 02:00 PM Lyr. Add: XIT CHUCK WAGON ON THE PLAINS (I Will Tell You of My Troubles) I will tell you of my troubles My ups and downs through life And I'll tell to you a story rather strange I will tell you of my boarding house A structure built on wheels And it's drawn by four black horses 'cross the plains. Oh, the wheels are made of [black oak?] The running gear white oak And the bed is made to haul our bedding, chuck, and grain In the rear there is a chuck box Where the cowboys get their chuck It's the XIT chuck wagon on the plain. As the old chuck wagon rolls on You can hear the cowboys yell You can hear the dogies bawling all around You can see the bronco pitching Trying to shake his rider off But they seldom ever put one on the ground. You can hear the howling coyotes The barking prairie dog You can see the bronco buster holding to his rein You can see a thousand white-face cattle Grazing on the grass 'Round the XIT chuck wagon on the plains. Oh, my life's a poor cowpuncher And I daily ride the range While the irons is getting hot I ride my wild bronco When the rounding of the yearlings And the branding does begin From my roping horse I throw my long lasso. Oh, the boys go dog the yearlings To burn the XIT While on guard the boys are holding to the reins When our day's work is ended Then we all go into camp To the XIT chuck wagon on the plains. When the cook gets chuck all ready And he hollers, "Here it is," To the chuck box there's a run by all the crew, When our tins and cups are loaded With hot coffee, bread and steak Then we all sit down upon the grass to chew. Oh, the beefsteak's brown and tender The bread is sour dough And the coffee's strong enough to float a barge of grain As we chew our [floury greeting?] There's a loco weed in bloom 'Round the XIT chuck wagon on the plains. Oh, my associates are cowpunchers And their jewels are forty-fives We're there with smoking rifles when trouble occurs The only amusement is High Five and Seven Up And the music is the rattle of the spurs. Oh, our beds are made of tarpaulin Our blankets are Navajo And we snap the [?} to keep out wind and rain When the boys are all through jesting Then we all lie down to sleep 'Round the XIT chuck wagon on the plains. The XIT ranch was two million acres, granted as payment for the construction of the Texas State Capitol Building. It stretched over ten counties in West Texas. Sung by C. S. Weir; collected by Ray B. Browne. headed "I Will tell You My Troubles," pp. 90-92. Austin E. and Alta S. Fife, 1966, Comments and additional songs, N. Howard (Jack) Thorp, Songs of the Cowboys; Clarkson N. Potter, Inc. |
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