Come all ye brave cow punchers, wherever you may be
My tale is of the nineties, when the west was wild and free
South Texas Brewster county, and early work was a goin' on
Three thousand head of cattle, thrown together in the dawn
Now the biggest outfits of that time were Wentworth and Dubois
Their rep was a man named Gilleland sent to represent their law
A man of pride and arrogance, he's oft described that way
And he set the wheels in motion for the horror of that day
Now on that day a yearling bull was claimed by Henry Pogh
And the roundup boss agreed, said with Henry he should go
Fine Gilleland loped over and cried produce the mama cow
Or you'll play hell a takin her and we'll settle her here and
now
When Henry Pogh and Gilleland met in the center of the herd
Tragedy was near at hand though no one could hear their words
But when the dust had settled on that January day
Henry Pogh was found gunned down; Gilleland rode hard away
So the boys dragged out the yearling bull, branded murder on his
hide
And January twenty on the maverick's other side
Then they turned him loose to wander like some phantom of the
plains
In Texas on the full of the moon his legend still remains
(This last verse is slowed down)
Out on the lonesome ranges, in the silent mists of dawn
The ghost steer comes a glidin', then suddenly he's gone
Still searchin' for the cowboys that placed a curse upon his
hide
Doomed to roam eternity, murder branded on his hide