Well, a group of jolly cowboys Discussing Plan 1-ESays, one, I'll tell you something, lads If you will listen, pleaseI'm an old cow puncher And here I'm dressed in ragsI used to be a tough one And I'd go on great big jagsBut I still have a homeboy's A good one, you all knowThough I haven't seen it Since many years agoI'm going back to Dixie Once more to see them allI'm going to see my mother When the work's all done this fallNow after the shipping's over And before my money's goneI'm going back to see them My loved ones on the farmBut my mother's heart is breaking Breaking for me, that's allAnd with God's help I'll see her When the work's all done this fallNow that very night that cowboy Went out to stand his guardThe night was dark and stormy And raining very hardThe cattle all got frightened And they rest in the mad stampedeAnd we were trying to turn them All riding for the leadNow while riding through the darkness You could plainly hear him shoutAs he'd done his best to help them And turn the herd aboutBut he sat upon, he stumbled And on the boy did fallAnd he'll not see his mother When the work's all done this fallWe broke into the circle Where all had thought him deadWe picked him up so gently And laid him on his bedBut he opened wide his bright blue eyes And looking all aroundHe made motions for his comrades To sit by him on the groundNow boys send mother the wages The wages that I've earnedFor I'll not live to spend them My last year I have turnedI'm going to that new range To hear my master's callAnd I'll not see my mother When the work's all done this fallNow Jim you take my saddle And Ted you can have my bedJack you take my pistol As soon as I am deadNow boys think of me kindly As you look upon them allFor I'll not see my mother When the work's all done this fallWe buried him about sunrise No tombstone at his headNothing but a little old slab And this is what it saidPoor Charlie died about daybreak His saddle horse did fallAnd he'll not see his mother When the work's all done this fallNow Jim you take my saddle And Ted you can have my bedJack you take my pistol As soon as I am deadNow boys think of me kindly As you look upon them allFor I'll not see my mother When the work's all done this fall
