Эрл Алонзо Брининстул (Earl Alonzo Brininstool)

Unrest on the Range

This movin' pitcher bizness it has got to quit, by gum!
Cuz it's puttin' our cowpunchers and the cow game on the bum!
The boys are allus kickin' when we start to run our brands,
Cuz they say that rastlin' yearlin's kind o' dirties up their hands!
But the cowboys like the movies, cuz it's diff'runt, fer a change,
And it's gittin' so no puncher will go out to ride the range;
Cuz he gits two bucks fer goin' through a lot o' Wild West whirls,
And the privilege of huggin' all the pretty actor girls!
We're findin' that good ropers are all-fired hard to git,
And the high-class bronco busters all have saddled up and quit,
Cuz the movie-man corraled 'em and they draw a puncher's pay
Jest fer posin' in a pitcher fer an hour ev-ry day!
Us o'-time cowmen hate it--hate this movin' pitcher fame
Which is spoilin' all our punchers who was in the cattle game;
We're weary of sich doin's, where they flash upon a screen
All them monkey shines no cow-ranch in the country ever seen!
So we're prayin' that our punchers will git sick of faked-up strife,
And be yearnin' fer real danger of the ol'-time cowboy life.
These movin'-pitcher fellers make us tired--durn their souls!
And we'd like to jerk a six-gun and jest pump 'em full o' holes!