Marty Robbins’ ALL AROUND COWBOY

All Around Cowboy

(Marty Robbins)

Well, all around cowboy, I’ve won it six years in a row,
All around cowboy means champ of the big rodeo.
I made me some money, I had me some good times,
The falls that I’ve had have been few.
Till a rodeo queen made the all around cowboy
Look like an all around fool!

I was the cowboy that said he would never be roped,
I even bragged how I’d never be branded or broke.
I was doing right well till this blonde, little filly
Rode into my life like a dream,
And the all around cowboy fell head over heels
In love with the rodeo queen.

The moment I looked in her blue eyes I knew I was gone.
I tried to hide them, but the feelings I had were too strong.
She showed the world what an all around cowboy could do.
She showed the world how an all around cowboy
Could look like an all around fool!

She made me feel like a horse without any fire,
Too late I realized, breaking me was her desire.
She rolled me, and raked me with spurs, that left such a hurt.
She left me broken, and she left me crying
Out there in the rodeo dirt.

 

Marty Robbins’ COOL WATER

Cool Water

(David Byrne, Chris Frantz, Jerry Harrison, and Tina Weymouth)

All day I’ve faced a barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water.
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry,
And souls that cry for water.
Cool, clear water.

The nights are cool and I’m a fool
Each star’s a pool of water.
Cool water.
And with the dawn I’ll wake and yawn
And carry on to water; cool, clear water.

Keep a-moving, Dan, don’t you listen to him, Dan,
He’s a devil, not a man,
And he spreads the burning sand with water.
Dan, can you see that big, green tree?
Where the water’s running free
And it’s waiting there for you and me?
Water; cool, clear water.

The shadows sway and seem to say,
“Tonight we pray for water,
Cool water.”
And way up there, He’ll hear our prayer
And show us where
There’s water.  Cool, clear water!

Marty Robbins’ UTAH CAROL

Utah Carol

(Traditional)

red-blanket

And now my friends you’ve asked me, what makes me sad and still,
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill?
Run in your ponies closer, and I’ll tell to you my tale,
Of Utah Carol, my partner, and his last ride on the trail.

We rode the range together, and rode it side by side,
I loved him like a brother, and I wept when Utah died.
We were rounding up one morning, when work was almost done,
When on his side the cattle started on a frightened run.

Underneath the saddle that the boss’s daughter rode
Utah that very morning had placed a bright red robe.
So the saddle might ride easy for Lenore, his little friend.
But it was this red blanket that brought him to his end.

The blanket was now dragging behind her on the ground,
The frightened cattle saw it, and charged it with a bound.
Lenore then saw her danger, and turned her pony’s face,
And leaning in the saddle tied the blanket to its place.

But in leaning lost her balance, fell in front of that wild tide.
“Lay still Lenore, I’m coming!” were the words that Utah cried.
His faithful pony saw her, and reached her in a bound,
I thought he’d been successful and had raised her from the ground.

But the weight upon the saddle had not been felt before,
His back-cinch snapped like thunder, and he fell by Lenore.
Picking up the blanket he swung it over his head,
And started cross the prairie, “Lay still, Lenore!” he said.

When he got the stampede turned and saved Lenore, his friend
He turned to face the cattle and meet his fatal end.
His six gun flashed like lightning, the report rang loud and clear,
As the cattle rushed and killed him he dropped the leading steer.

On his funeral morning I heard the preacher say,
“I hope we’ll all meet Utah at the roundup far away.”
Then they wrapped him in the blanket that saved his little friend,
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end.

Marty Robbins’ THE MASTER’S CALL

The Master’s Call

(Marty Robbins)

master-call

When I was but a young man, I was wild and full of fire.
A youth within my teens, but full of challenge and desire.
I ran away from home and left my mother and my dad,
I know it grieved them so to think their only boy was bad.

I fell in with an outlaw band, their names were known quite well.
How many times we robbed and plundered, I could never tell.
This kind of sinful living leads only to a fall,
I learned that much and more, the night I heard my Master call.

One night we rustled cattle, a thousand head or so,
And started them out on the trail that leads to Mexico.
But a Norther started blowing, and lightning flashed about,
I thought someone was calling me, I thought I heard a shout.

Then at that moment lightning struck not twenty yards from me
And left there was a giant cross, where once there was a tree.
And this time I knew I heard a voice, a voice so sweet and strange,
A voice that came from everywhere, a voice that called my name.

So frightened I was thinking of sinful deeds I’d done,
I failed to see the thousand head of cattle start to run.
The cattle they stampeded, were running all around,
My pony ran, but stumbled, and it threw me to the ground.

I felt the end was near, that death would be the price,
When a mighty bolt of lightning showed the face of Jesus Christ.
And I cried, “O Lord, forgive me.  Don’t let it happen now!
I want to live for you alone.  O God, these words I vow.”

My wicked past unfolded, I thought of wasted years,
When another bolt of lightning killed a hundred head of steers,
And the others rushed on by me, and I was left to live.
The Master had a reason, life is his to take or give.

A miracle performed that night, I wasn’t meant to die.
The dead ones formed a barricade, least six or seven high
.And right behind it, there was I, afraid but safe and sound.
I cried and begged for mercy, kneeling there upon the ground.

A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free.
No more to fear the angry waves upon life’s stormy sea.
Forgiven by the love of God, a love that will remain –
I gave my life and soul the night the Savior called my name.

Marty Robbins’ SADDLE TRAMP

Saddle Tramp

(Marty Robbins)

They call me a drifter, they say I’m no good,
I´ll never amount to a thing.
Well, I may be a drifter and I may be no good,
There’s joy in this song that I sing.

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp,
I’m as free as the breeze                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and I ride where I please.
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp.

At night I will rest beneath a blanket of blue,                                                                                                                                                                          Doubt if I ever will change.
I might even dream of a lady I knew,
Might even whisper her name.

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp.                                                                                                                                                                                                          I’m as free as the breeze                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and I ride where I please.
Saddle tramp.

I might even wind up in Idaho
And visit a cute little miss.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 A sweet little someone I used to know
And I might even stop long enough for a kiss.

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp.
I’m as free as the breeze                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and I ride where I please.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Saddle tramp. Saddle tramp.

Might even ride back through Phoenix someday,
Might even stop for awhile.
But branded, no never! I´ll not be tied down,                                                                                                                                                                   Trapped by a fair lady´s smile.

Saddle tramp, saddle tramp.
I’m as free as the breeze                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp.

Marty Robbins’ RUNNING GUN

Running Gun

(Jim and Tompall Glaser)

gunslinger

I rode out of Kansas City going south to Mexico,
I was running, dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so.
Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned,
Twenty notches on my six gun marked the lessons I had learned.

Many times I sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head,
Until the nights began to haunt me by the men that I left dead.
Couldn’t stand it any longer with the life that I’d begun
So I said good-bye to Jeannie and became a running gun.

I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west,
My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best.
As I smiled and kissed her gently and then turned around to go
Said I’d send for her to meet me when I’d reached old Mexico.

I had barely left the saddle, and my foot just touched the ground
When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around.
Said he knew about my fast gun, knew the price paid by the law,
Challenged by a bounty hunter, so I turned around to draw.

I knew someday I’d meet him for his hand like lightning flashed,
My own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore its path.
As my strength was slowly fading I could see him walk away
And I knew that where I lie today, he too must lie some day.

Now the crowd is slowly gathering but my eyes are growing dim,
And my thoughts return to Jeannie
and the home that we had planned.
Oh, please tell her won’t you, Mister
that she’s still the only one –
But a woman’s love is wasted when she loves a running gun – running gun -running gun.

 

Marty Robbins’ EL PASO

El Paso

(Marty Robbins)

el-paso

“El Paso”

Out in the West Texas town of El Paso
I fell in love with a Mexican girl.
Nighttime would find me in Rosa’s cantina,
Music would play and Feleena would whirl.Blacker than night were the eyes of Feleena,
Wicked and evil while casting a spell.
My love was deep for this Mexican maiden
I was in love, but in vain I could tell.One night a wild young cowboy came in,
Wild as the West Texas wind,
Dashing and daring, a drink he was sharing
With wicked Feleena, the girl that I loved.

So in anger I
Challenged his right for the love of this maiden,
Down went his hand for the gun that he wore.
My challenge was answered in less than a heartbeat
The handsome young stranger lay dead on the floor.

Just for a moment I stood there in silence
Shocked by the foul, evil deed I had done.
Many thoughts raced through my mind as I stood there,
I had but one chance and that was to run.

Out through the back door of Rosa’s I ran
Out where the horses were tied,
I caught a good one, it looked like it could run,
Up on its back and away I did ride

Just as fast as I
Could from the West Texas town of El Paso
Out to the badlands of New Mexico.

Back in El Paso, my life would be worthless.
Everything’s gone in life.  Nothing is left.
It’s been so long since I’ve seen the young maiden,
My love is stronger than my fear of death.

I saddled up and away I did go
Riding alone in the dark,
Maybe tomorrow, a bullet may find me,
Tonight nothing’s worse than this pain in my heart.

And at last here I
Am on the hill overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa’s cantina below.
My love is strong and it pushes me onward,
Down off the hill to Feleena I go.

Off to my right I see five mounted cowboys,
Off to my left ride a dozen or more.
Shouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch me
I have to make it to Rosa’s back door.

Something is dreadfully wrong for I feel
A deep burning pain in my side.
Though I am trying to stay in the saddle
I’m getting weary, unable to ride.

But my love for
Feleena is strong and I rise where I’ve fallen,
Though I am weary I can’t stop to rest.
I see the white puff of smoke from the rifle,
I feel the bullet go deep in my chest.

From out of nowhere Feleena has found me,
Kissing my cheek as she kneels by my side.
Cradled by two loving arms that I’ll die for,
One little kiss and Feleena, goodbye.

Photo Credit:

“El Paso, 1880,” at https://www.goodfreephotos.com