I am a Mormon Cowboy and Utah is my home
Tucson, Arizona is the first place I did roam
From there on to El Capitan, a place you all know well
To describe that brushy country no mortal tongue can tell
While at the old post office a maid came ridin' down
Up on a bronco pony and was soon upon the ground
She gave to each and everyone an invitation grand
Inviting us to a grand ball at the old El Capitan
We all went to the dance that night at the school-house by the road
Many folks came from Drippin' Springs and many came from Globe
The music they brought with them I never shall forget
Was a colored man with his guitar, I can hear him singin' yet
There were lots of married women there and single girls too
I soon became acquainted with all expect a few
The cowboys in their high-heeled boots were leading the great march
While the city dudes soon followed in collars stiff with starch
While dancing two or three steps I stepped outside to cool
Every bush that I pa**ed by was loaded with white mule
While after starting supper, it was a quarter past one
I heard a fight had started each cowboy pulled his gun
Up stepped a little cow puncher his eyes were flashin' fire
He said he was the ramrod of the ranch called Bar-F-Bar
I started for my pony, the guns were flashin' fast
I could hear the cowboys shouting, "We broad it up at last"
I bid farewell to my new made friend and that place called El Capitan
The fairest face I ever saw was in that wild and happy band
I jumped into my saddle and started back for home
Made up my mind right there and then I never more would roam