Well a-way up high the Mogollons
Above the mountain tops
A lion cleaned a yearlin's bones
And licked his thankful chops
When who upon the scene should ride
A-trippin' down a slope
Was High-Chin Bob, with sinful pride
And mav'rick hungry rope
"Oh, glory be to me," says he
"And fame's unfadin' flowers!
I ride my good top-horse here today
And I'm the top hand of the Lazy J
Hi! Kitty cat, you're ours!"
Now the lion cleaned his paw so brown
And dreamed sweet dreams of veal
When a big wide loop come circlin' down
And roped him 'round his meal
He yowled wild fury to the hills
Till all the hills yelled back
And the top-horse gave a snort and whirled
And Bob took up the slack
"Oh, glory be to me" says he
"We'll hit the glory trail
No man has roped a lion's head
And lived to drag that booger dead
Till I have told the tale"
Well a-way up high the Mogollons
That top-horse done his best
From whippin' brush to rattlin' stones
From canyon-floor to crest.
Now whenever Bobby turned and hoped
A limp remains to find
Of a red-eyed lion, belly roped
But healthy, loped behind
"Oh, glory be to me," says he
"This glory trail is rough
But I'll keep this dally 'round the horns
Until the, to the judgement morn
Before I holler: "Nuff!"
Three suns had rode their circle home
Beyond the desert rim
And turned their star-herds loose to roam
On the ranges high and dim
Yet up and down and 'round and 'cross
Bob pounded, weak and wan
But pride it glued him to his horse
And glory drove him on
"Oh, glory be to me," says he
"He can't be drug to d**h
Those heroes that I've read about
Was only fools that stuck it out
Till the end of mortal breath"
Now way up high in the Mogollons
If you're ever there at night
You'll hear a ruckus amidst the stones
That lift your hair in fright
You see a cow-horse thunder by
A lion trailed along
And a rider, ga'nt but chin on high
Singing forth his glory song
"Oh, glory be to me!" says he
"And to my mighty noose!
I took a-ragin' dream in tow
And though I never lay him low
I'll never turn him loose!"