Way out in Old Nevada, where the Truckee's waters flow
Where the cattle are a-browsin' an the Spanish ponies grow
Where the Northers come a-whistlin' from beyond the Neutral Strip
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip"
Where the coyotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark
And the bluebirds are a-singin' to the lovely meadowlark
Where the bighorns are a-grazin' and the lonely plovers call
It was there that I attended the Cowboys' Christmas Ball
(Whoo!)

The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles
The ladies - kinda scatterin' - had gathered in for miles
The room was togged out gorgeous with mistletoe and shawls
And candles flickered frescoes around the airy walls
The women folk looked lovely, the boys looked kinda treed
Until the leader got to yellin': "Hey, fellers, let's stampede!"
And the music started sighin', and awailin' through the hall
As a kind of introduction to the Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Their leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch
They called him Windy Billy, from little Deadman's Branch
His rig was kinda careless, big spurs and high-heeled boots
He had the reputation that come when a feller shoots
His voice was like a bugle upon a mountainous height
His feet were animated and a mighty movin' sight
When he commenced to hollerin', "Now, fellers, stake your pen!
Lock horns with all them heifers, and russle 'em like men
Salute your lovely critters; now swing and let 'em go
Climb the grapevine 'round 'em - all hands do-ce-do!
You mavericks, join the round-up, just skip her waterfall"
Huh! It was gettin' happy, the Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Don't tell me 'bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir'ee!
That whirl at Carson City just takes the cake with me
I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill
Just give me a frontier breakdown, backed up by Wild ol' Bill

McAllister ain't nowhere, when Windy leads the show
I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorta know
Oh Bill, I sha'n't forget you, and I'll oftentimes recall
That lively gaited soiree - the Cowboys' Christmas Ball

Oh Bill, I sha'n't forget you, and I'll oftentimes recall
That lively gaited soiree - the Cowboys' Christmas Ball


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