Looking to the words to a folky song I heard somewhere but haven't been able to find. I remember one of the verses: When he was a cowboy, he learned to throw the line He learned to pocket money, and how to dress so fine He went out on the prairie and learned to kill and steal Oh and when he killed a cowboy, how happy he did feel For working he's not able, and for beggin' he's too low But killin' is so dreadful, to the gallows he must go Does anyone have the rest of this song or know any more about it?
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