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Tim Hus
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Man With the Big Hat
In a little bar in Alberta on a sultry summer day A cowboy came in off the road just to pass the time away He pulled a stool up at the bar, he pushed his hat back on his head He ordered up Canadian Rye then he looked at me and said: Stories, I could tell you stories about the traders on the plains Talk about the Frank Slide and the comin' of the trains I could tell you stories about the buffalo that roamed Sing you the song of settlers come out looking for a home
Chorus: And the man with the big hat is buying Drink up while the drinking is free Drink to the cowboys dead or a-dying Drink to my compadres and me
His shirt was brown and faded, his hat was wide and black The pants that once were blue were grey they had a pocket gone in back He had a finger missing from the hand that rolled the smoke As he laughed and talked of cowboy life he knew it weren't no joke, he said: I rode on cattle drives from here to Saskatoon Ten days in the saddle and weary to the bone I rode from here to Peace River without a woman's smile And the campfire where I cooked my grub was the only light for miles
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He rested easy at the bar with his foot upon the rail As he talked all about the times he'd had while living on the trail The silence never broken as the words poured from his lips Just as quiet as the buck knife that rested on his hip, he said: I've seen the day so hot that your pony could not stand And if your water bag ran dry don't start counting on the land And winters, well, I've seen winters when your boots froze in the snow And your only thought was leaving but you had nowhere to go
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He rolled one more cigarette then he turned towards the door I could hear the spurs a-jingling as the bootheels hit the floor He tighted up his belt a notch he pulled his hat down on his head As he turned to leave he turned to me and this is what the cowboy said: The highlines chase the highways and the fences close the range And to see a working cowboy is a sight that's mighty strange A cowboy's life is lonely and his love life is not the best But if it had not been for folks like me you would not have no West
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