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My Ma Was Born In Texas
My ma was born in Texas, My pa in Tennessee,
They were married in the summer of eighteen ninety-three.
They moved to California and that's where I was born,
In a rolling covered wagon on a bright September morn.
I grew up in my saddle, my play tow was a gun,
Shooting at the rattlesnakes was my idea of fun.
"Twas at the age of seventeen I left my happy home,
the open range was calling and my time had come to roam.
I met a fair young maiden, she's the flower of the
plains,
I married her one morning, which showed I had no brains.
She said she was a maiden, but oh, how she had lied,
When the honeymoon was over, seven kids were by her side.
Oh, I was disappointed, bit I said I didn't mind.
I remained her husband, honest, true and kind,
Until one night I found her upon a strangers knee,
To be her long lost cousin he was introduced to me.
I knew that she was lying, so I pulled my gun and
said,
"You're a low down, sneakin' coward," and I filled him full of
lead.
The jury found me guilty and they sentenced me for life,
But I'm better of in prison than to live with such a wife.
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