High Noon .......... Tex Ritter

Blood On The saddle .......... Tex Ritter

(I Got Spurs) Jingle, Jangle, Jingle .......... Tex Ritter

Good Bye, My Little Cherokee .......... Tex Ritter

Bad Brahma Bull .......... Tex Ritter

Boogie Woogie Cowboy .......... Tex Ritter

He's A Cowboy Auctioneer .......... Tex Ritter

Rye Whiskey .......... Tex Ritter

The Texas Rangers .......... Tex Ritter

The Chisholm Trail .......... Tex Ritter

Billy The Kid .......... Tex Ritter

Cattle Call .......... Tex Ritter

The San Antonio Story .......... Tex Ritter

The Marshall's Daughter .......... Tex Ritter

Wichita .......... Tex Ritter

Prairie Home .......... Tex Ritter

Gunsmoke .......... Tex Ritter

Remember The Alamo .......... Tex Ritter

The Last Frontier .......... Tex Ritter

The Searchers .......... Tex Ritter

Buffalo Dream .......... Tex Ritter

The Bandit .......... Tex Ritter

Brave Man .......... Tex Ritter

Trooper Hook, Parts 1 & 2 .......... Tex Ritter

The Wayward Wind .......... Tex Ritter

When It's Springtime In The Rockies .......... Tex Ritter

The Night Herding Song .......... Tex Ritter

High Noon (10102) .......... Tex Ritter

Do not forsake me, oh my darling
On this our wedding day
Do not forsake me, oh my darling
Wait, wait along
I do not know what fate awaits me
I only know I must be brave
For I must face a man who hates me
Or die a coward, a craven coward
Or die a coward in my grave

Oh, to be torn twixt love and duty
Supposin' I love my fair haired beauty
Look at that big hand movin' round
Nearin' high noon
He made a vow while in state prison
Said it would be my life or hisn'
I'm not afraid to die but oh
What will I do if you leave me?

Do not forsake me, oh my darling
You make that promise as a bride
Do not forsake me, oh my darling
Although you're grievin', don't think of leavin'
Not while I need you by my side

Wait along, wait along
Wait along, wait along

SOUND TRACK LYRICS

Do not forsake me,
Oh my darlin'
On this, our weddin' day.
Do not forsake me,
Oh my darlin'
Wait,
Wait Along.

The noon day train
will bring Frank Miller.
If I'm a man
I must be brave
and I must face that
deadly killer.
Or lie a coward,
a craven coward
or lie a coward
in my grave.

Oh, to be torn
betwixt love and duty.
Suposin' I lose
my fair-haired beauty.
Look at that big hand move along
nearin' high noon.

He made a vow
while in state prison.
Vowed it would be
my life or his'n.
I'm not afraid of death but oh
what will I do
if you leave me?

Do not forsake me,
Oh my darlin'.
You made that promise
when we wed.
Do not forsake me,
Oh my darlin'.
Although you're grieving,
I can't be leavin',
until I shoot
Frank Miller dead.

Wait along, wait along,
Wait along, wait along

There was blood on the saddle and blood all around
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground

A cowboy lay in it all covered with gore
And he never will ride any broncos no more

Oh, pity the cowboy, all bloody and red
For the bronco fell on him and bashed in his head

There was blood on the saddle and blood all around
And a great big puddle of blood on the ground

Yippee yeah, there'll be no wedding bells for today!

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, 'Away, too glad, you're single'
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh, Lily Bell, oh, Lily Bell,
Though I may have done some foolin, this is why I never will

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, 'Away, too glad, you're single'
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh, Mary Ann, oh, Mary Ann
Though I've done some moonlight walking this is why I up and went

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, 'Away, too glad, you're single'
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, 'Away, too glad, you're single'
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh, Sally Jane, oh, Sally Jane
Though I'd love to stay forever this is why I can't remain

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, 'Away, too glad, you're single'
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

Oh, Bessy Lou, oh, Bessy Lou
Though we've done a heap of dreamin' this is why it won't come true

I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
As I go ridin' merrily along
And they sing, 'Away, too glad, you're single'
And that song ain't so very far from wrong

So I'll go jingling, a-jangling a-jingling along

Goodbye, my little Cherokee
Whisper you'll always think of me
Though our love is all in vain
In my heart you still remain
Goodbye, my little Cherokee

I met an Indian maiden
Many moons ago
And this miss gave me a kiss
Then called me her beau
I'd have a night she told me
Soon we'd say goodbye
Then one day she rode away
A teardrop in her eye

Goodbye, my little Cherokee
Whisper you'll always think of me
Though our love is all in vain
In my heart you still remain
Goodbye, my little Cherokee

I met an Indian maiden
Many moons ago
And this miss gave me a kiss
Then called me her beau
I'd have a night she told me
Soon we'd say goodbye
Then one day she rode away
A teardrop in her eye

Goodbye, my little Cherokee
Whisper you'll always think of me
Though our love is all in vain
In my heart you still remain
Goodbye, my little Cherokee

Goodbye, my little Cherokee
Kiss me and keep my memory
Darlin', when you're feelin' blue
Just remember I love you
Goodbye, my little Cherokee

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Jack o' Diamonds, Jack o' Diamonds and I know you of old
You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold
It's a whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me, but I love you for all

It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

I'll eat when I'm hungry, I'll drink when I'm dry
If the hard times don't kill me, I'll lay down and die
I'll tune up my fiddle and I 'll rosin my bow
I'll make myself welcome, wherever I go

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Beefsteak when I'm hungry red liquor when I'm dry
Greenbacks when I'm hard up and religion when I die
They say I drink whiskey, my money's my own
All them that don't like me, can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Sometimes I drink whiskey, sometimes I drink rum
Sometimes I drink brandy, at other times none
But if I get boozey, my whiskey's my own
And them that don't like me, can leave me alone

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

If the ocean was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom to get one sweet suck
But the ocean ain't whiskey and I ain't a duck
So we'll round up the cattle and then we'll get drunk

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If the whiskey don't kill me, I'll live till I die

My foot's in my stirrup, my bridle's in my hand
I'm leaving sweet Lillie, the fairest in the land
Her parents don't like me, they say I'm too poor
They say I'm unworthy to enter her door

It's a whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If I don't get rye whiskey, well, I think I will die

Sweet milk when I'm hungry, rye whiskey when I'm dry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die
I'll buy my own whiskey, I'll make my own stew
If I get drunk, madam, it's nothing to you

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

I'll drink my own whiskey, I'll drink my own wine
Some ten thousand bottles I've killed in my time
I've no wife to quarrel, no babies to bawl
The best way of living is no wife at all

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I cry
If a tree don't fall on me, I'll live till I die

Way up on Clinch Mountain I wander alone
I'm as drunk as the devil, oh, let me alone
You may boast of your knowledge an' brag of your sense
'Twill all be forgotten a hundred years hence

Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, you're no friend to me
You killed my poor daddy, God damn you, try me

Come all you Texas Rangers, wherever you may be
I'll tell you of some trouble that happened unto me
My name is nothing extra, so that I will not tell
But here's to all good Rangers, I'm sure I wish you well

When at the age of sixteen I joined this jolly band
We marched from San Antonio down to the Rio Grande
Our captain he informed us, perhaps he thought it right
'Before we reach the station, we'll surely have to fight!'

I saw the smoke ascending, it seemed to reach the sky
The first thought then came to me, 'My time has come to die!'
And when the bugles sounded, our captain gave command
'To arms, to arms,' he shouted, 'and by your horses stand'

I saw the Indians coming, I heard their awful yell
My feelings at the moment, no human tongue can tell
I saw their glittering lances, their arrows around me flew
Till all my strength had left me and all my courage too

We fought for five full hours before the strife was o'er
The likes of dead and wounded, I've never seen before
And when the sun had risen, the Indians they had fled
We loaded up our rifles and counted up our dead

Now all of us were wounded, our noble captain slain
And when the sun was shining across the bloody plain
Six of the noblest Rangers that ever roamed the West
Were buried by their comrades with arrows in the breasts

Perhaps you have a mother, likewise a sister too
Perhaps you have a sweetheart, to weep and mourn for you
If this be your position, although you'd like to roam
I'll tell you from experience, you'd better stay at home

Come along, boys, and listen to my tale
Tell you of my troubles on the old Chisholm Trail
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

On a ten-dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle
I'm a going to punch in Texas cattle
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

I'm up in the morning before daylight
Before I sleep the moon shines bright
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay.

Oh, it's bacon and beans most every day
We'll soon be eating this prairie hay
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

With my seat in the saddle and my hand on the horn
I'm the best cowpuncher that ever was born
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

No chaps, no slicker, and it's pourin' down rain
I swear I'll never night herd again
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

A stray in the herd and the boss said, 'Kill it'
So I shot it in the rump with the handle of a skillet
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

I went to the boss to draw my roll
And he had me figured out, nine dollars in the hole
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

Me and my boss we had a little spat
So I hit him in the face with my ten gallon hat
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

I'm going to sell my horse, going to sell my saddle
'Cause I'm tired of punching these Longhorn cattle
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

With my knees in the saddle and seat in the sky
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by
Come a ti yi yippy, come a tee yi yay, ti yi yippy yi yay

I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid
I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did
Out in New Mexico long time ago
When a man's only chance was his own forty-four

When Billy the Kid was a very young lad
In old Silver City he went to the bad
Way out in the West with a gun in his hand
At the age of twelve years, he killed his first man

Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing
A song about Billy, their boy bandit king
Who ere his young man-hood had reached its sad end
Had a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men

'Twas on the same night, when poor Billy died
He said to his friends, 'I am not satisfied
Twenty-one men I have put bullets through
Sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two'

Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate
The bright moon was shining, the hour was late
Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend
The young outlaw's life had now come to its end

There's many a man with a face fine and fair
Who starts out in life with a chance to be square
But just like poor Billy, he wanders astray
And loses his life in the very same way

When the cattle are prowlin'
And the coyotes are howlin'
Under the western sky
The cowboy is singin'
His spurs are a-jinglin'
As on the trail he rides

Chorus:
Woo...hoo, hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo...hoo, hoo hoo hoo, hoo hoo hoo
Woo...hoo, hoo hoo hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo hoo, hoo, hoo

Many hours will he ride
On the trail far and wide
He's goin' home this fall
Don't care 'bout the weather
His heart's light as a feather
He sings to the cattle this call

Chorus

When the new day is dawning
And he wakes up yawning
Making his coffee strong
Makes his bed in a roll
Down the trail he will stroll
Singing his cattle the his song

Chorus

When the cattle are bedded
And the saddle horse shedded
Nothing seems to be wrong
He casts up his eyes
To the stars in the skies
He sings to the cattle this song

Chorus

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Ole, a cangachero, your band it's for Brazil
Ole, he is bandit, the band it's for Brazil

I'm the quickest on the trigger, when I shoot I shoot to kill
I'm a hero down in Rio, where they talk about me still
Once I robbed a big ranchero, who was rich beyond compare
And to ransom held his daughter, she was young and she was fair

Ole, a cangachero, your band it's for Brazil
Ole, he is bandit, the band it's for Brazil

She was sweet and she was tender, there was love light in her eyes
In my arms she soon surrendered, very much to my surprise
I refused her father's ransom and I kept the greater prize
Now at night we ride together 'neath the blue Brazilian sky

Adios, your band it's for Brazil
Adios a cangachero, your band it's for Brazil

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(CHORUS)
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

In a lonely shack by a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound
Of the outward bound
Made me a slave to my wandering ways

And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

Oh, I met a girl in a border town
I vowed we'd never part
Though I tried his best to settle down
She's now alone with a broken heart

And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

The next of kin to the wayward wind
The wayward wind

The twilight shadows deepen into night, dear
The city lights are gleaming o'er the snow
I sit alone beside the cheery fire dear
I'm dreaming dreams from out the long ago
I fancy it is springtime in the mountain
The flowers with their colors are aflame
And ev'ry day I hear you softly saying
"I'll wait until the springtime comes again"

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

I've kept your image guarded in my heart, dear
I've kept my love for you, as pure as dew
I'm longing for the time when I shall come, dear
Back to that dear, old western home and you
I fancy it is springtime in the mountains
The maple leaves in first sky-green appear
I hear you softly say, my queen of Maytime
"This springtime you have come to meet me here"

When it's springtime in the rockies
I am coming back to you
Little sweetheart of the mountains
With your bonny eyes of blue
Once again I'll say "I love you"
While the birds sing all the day
When it's springtime in the rockies
In the rockies, far away

(Contributed by allmanserv - January 2006)

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