RAWHIDE" Smith's gone crazy.

"Rawhide" was my pard.

Used to be a daisy;

Say, it's mighty hard!

Down at Twin Buttes City

"Rawhide" met a maid,

Young an' slim an' pretty
An' she turned his haid.

We jest started dancin'

Frolicsome an' gay—

Hang the pay-day prancin'

When it ends that way!

Say! that little creature

Got him roped all right;

First I knew, a preacher

Had spliced 'em good an' tight.

Now he's gone to farmin'

Way off from the range.

Says his place is charmin';

Lord, he's gettin' strange!

No more pal to cheer me

Ridin' herd at night;

No more comrade near me,

Game fer fun or fight.

One coat did fer cover

Cold nights when it stormed,

But them nights is over;

"Rawhide" Smith's reformed!