Cowboy Lyrics Roundup - Edition #245348

"How"<br><br>I'd like to meet you anywhere,<br>Along the sunset trail;<br>And roll with you a cigarette,<br>And hear a range-land tale.<br>I'd like to hear you drawlin' speak<br>That word that rhymes with cow,<br>And tastes of sage and alkali -<br>That little old word "How."<br><br>I'd like to sight you from a raise<br>Upon the Big Divide;<br>I bet I'd know you from the way -<br>The reckless way you ride.<br>I bet I'd yell - Aw, blame the luck!<br>I'd give the world jes' now,<br>To hear the pound of hoofbeats and<br>That little old word "How."<br><br>Fer "charmed, I'm sure," and soft handshake<br>Of high society,<br>Someway, don't never git its rope<br>Upon the heart o' me.<br>I want to beat you on the back,<br>In joyous, friendly row,<br>And call you names - I want to hear<br>That little old word "How."