When The Works All Done This Fall

A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease

One said I’ll tell you something boys if you will listen please

I’m an old cowpuncher and here I’m dressed in rags

I used to be a tough one and go on great big jags

I have got a home boys a good one you all know

Although I haven’t seen it since long long ago

I’m going back to Dixie once more to see them all

I’m going home to mother when the work’s all done this fall

That night this very cowboy went out to stand his guard

The night was dark and stormy was raining very hard

The cattle they got frightened and they rushed in wild stampede

The cowboy tried to turn them while riding at full speed

Riding in the darkness loudly he did shout

Trying his best to stop them or turn the herd about

His saddle horse did stumble and upon him it did fall

Poor boy won’t see his mother when the work’s all done this fall

Fred you can take my saddle Jim you take my bed

Johnny take my pistols after I am dead

Think about me kindly as you look upon them all

I’ll not see my mother when the work’s all done this fall

They buried Charlie at daybreak no tombstone at his head

Nothing but a little board and this is what it said

Charlie died at daybreak he died from a fall

Poor boy won’t see his mother when the work’s all done this fall