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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
TALL TALE TOM
Joel T. Bailey
Years ago when I was a cowboy
Still young enough to work the range
I worked on a south Texas ranch
With an old cowboy who was kinda strange
He called his self Thomas Jones
And said he was from up Montana way
Said he got tired of all the snow
So he came South and decided to stay
Nobody really knew how old he was
And old Tom would never say
But if I had been a betting man
I'd bet he was seventy if he was a day
We all called him Tall Tale Tom
For the windies he could spin
About the things he'd seen and done
And the places that he had been
He always started his tales the same
Saying this is as true as the rising sun
And we'd smile and say to each other
Well boys here comes another one
I'll always remember that last morning
When Tall Tale Tom said he was dying
We buried him the very next day
I guess for once he wasn't lying
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