Zebra Dun

	  		
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We were camped on the plains at the head of the Cimmaron 
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When along came a stranger and stopped to arger some. 
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He looked so very very foolish that we began to look around, 
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We thought he was a greenhorn that had just escaped from town. 

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We asked him if he had he been to breakfast; he hadn't had a sniff; 
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So we opened up the chuck-box and told him help himself. 
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He took a little beefsteak and some biscuits and some beans, 
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And then began to talk and tell about foreign kings and queens, 


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He talked about the Spanish War and fighting on on the seas 
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With guns as big as beef steers and ramrods big as trees, 
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And about old Paul Jones, a fighting son of a gun, 
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And he said he was the grittiest cuss that ever pulled a gun. 

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Such an educated feller, his thoughts just come in herds, 
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He astonished all them cowboys with them jaw-breaking words. 
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He just kept right on talking till he made the boys all sick 
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And they began to look around just how to play a trick. 


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He said he had lost his job out upon the Santa Fe 
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And was going across the plains to strike the 7-D. 
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But he didn't say how come it, just some trouble with his boss, 
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But said he'd like to borrow a nice fat saddle hoss. 

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This tickled all the boys to death; we laughed down in their sleeves 
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Said that he could have a horse as fresh as he would please. 
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So shorty grabbed a lasso and he roped the Zebra Dun 
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And led him to the stranger as we waited for the fun. 


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Now Old Dunny was an outlaw he had grown so awful wild 
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He could paw the white out of the moon every jump for a mile. 
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And he always stood right still, just like he didn't know 
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Until he was saddled and ready for to go. 

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Now the stranger hit the saddle, and old Dunny quit the earth, 
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He went straight up in the air for all that he was worth. 
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A-bawlin and a-squalin, and having a wall-eyed fit, 
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With his hind feet perpendicular, and his front ones in the bit. 


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Now we could see the tops of trees beneath him every jump, 
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But the stranger he was growed there just like the camel's hump; 
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And he sat up there upon him and curled his black moustache, 
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Just like a summer boarder a-waiting for his hash. 

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Now he thumped him in the shoulders and spurred him when he whirled, 
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He showed us flunky punchers he's the wolf of this old world. 
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and when he had dismounted once again upon the ground, 
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Why we knew he was a thoroughbred and not a gent from town. 


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Now the boss he was standing and a watching all the show, 
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He walks right up to him and he asks him not to go 
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"If you can use the lasso like you rode the Zebra Dun, 
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Then you're the man I've looked for ever since the year of one." 

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Well he could use a lasso and he didn't do it slow; 
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The cattle they stampeded he was always on the go. 
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A one thing and a sure thing that I learned since I was born, 
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Every educated feller he ain't a plumb greenhorn!