Historical Folk Lyrics
"My Ma Was Born In Texas"

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My ma was born in Texas, my pa in Tennessee,
They were married in the summer of eighteen ninety-three.
They moved to California and that's where I was born,
In a rollin' covered wagon on a bright September morn.

I grew up in my saddle, my play toy was a gun,
Shooting at the rattlesnakes was my idea of fun.
'Twas at the age of seventeen I left my happy home,
The open range was calling and my time had come to roam.

I met a fair young maiden, she's the flower of the plains,
I married her one morning, which showed I had no brains.
She said she was a maiden, but oh, how she had lied,
When the honeymoon was over, seven kids were by her side.

Oh, I was disappointed, but I said I didn't mind,
I remained her husband, honest, true and kind,
Until one night I found her upon a stranger's knee,
To be her long-lost cousin he was introduced to me.

I knew that she was lying, so I pulled my gun and said,
"You're a low down, sneakin' coward," and I filled him full of lead.
The jury found me guilty and they sentenced me for life,
But I'm better off in prison than to live with such a wife.
This song is from the album "Cowboy And Western Songs".