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Don't squat with your spurs on. Don't interfere with something that ain't botherin' you none. Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance. The easiest way to eat crow is while it's still warm. The colder it gets, the harder it is to swaller. If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'. If it don't seem like it's worth the effort, it probably ain't. It don't take a genius to spot a goat in a flock of sheep. The biggest troublemaker you'll probably ever have to deal with watches you shave his face in the mirror every morning. Never ask a barber if you need a haircut. If you get to thinkin' you're a person of some influence, try orderin' somebody else's dog around. Don't worry about bitin' off more'n you can chew; your mouth is probably a whole lot bigger'n you think. Always drink upstream from the herd. Generally, you ain't learnin' nothing when your mouth's a-jawin'. Tellin' a man to git lost and makin' him do it are two entirely different propositions. If you're ridin' ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it's still there with ya. Good judgment comes from experience and a lotta that comes from bad judgment. When you give a personal lesson in meanness to a critter or to a person, don't be surprised if they learn their lesson. When you're throwin' your weight around, be ready to have it thrown around by somebody else. Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin' it back. Always take a good look at what you're about to eat. It's not so important to know what it is, but it's sure crucial to know what it was. Always keep some of your money in your boots. If you dont know the dance, join in. And with any luck, someone will come along and teach you. If your gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band.
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Make Me a Cowboy Again for a Day Thunder of hoofs on the range as you ride, Hissing of iron and sizzling of hide, Bellows of cattle and snort of cayuse, Longhorns from Texas as wild as the duce. Mid-nite stampedes and milling of herds, Yells of cow-men too angry for words, Right in the thick of it all I would say, Make me a cowboy again for a day. Under the star-studded Canopy vast, Camp-fire and coffee and comfort atlast, Bacon that sizzles and crisps in the pan, After a round-up taste good to a man. Stories of ranchers and rustlers retold, Over the Pipe as the embers grow cold, These are the times that old memories play, Make me a cowboy again for a day.

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