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Crossing The Divide
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This is a classic poem from the 1800s written by J. W. Folley. An old cowboy settin' hiself for the here after.
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Western Music/Cowboy Poetry/Honky Tonk/Lodge/Classic Latin/Songwriter/promoter
Retired from the company in 2011 after 38.94 years and I can't complain. I am now semi retired and concentrating on my fishing, boats, music, concerts, club dates, and the organizations that I belong to. I am also committed to helping the community and doing what I can for those in need. A big thank you to Palouse Country Cowboy Poets Association, and the Western Music Association, they help me to help others. Thank you and God Bless
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Genre
Country • Country and Western
Charts
Peak #212
Peak in subgenre #21
Author
J. W. Folley/B. Dominguez
Rights
2003
Uploaded
March 24, 2004
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:21
Story behind the song
Writer Ray sent me this poem and said that he thought I would like it. He was right, I liked it, but my wife isn't too sure. We'll let the fans call it.
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Crossing The Great Divide Lyrics by J. W. Foley Music by B. Dominguez Parson, I’m a maverick, just loose and grazin’ Eatin’ where the greenest grass an’ drinkin’ where I choose; Had to rustle in my youth an’ never had no raisin’ Wasn’t never halter broke an’ I ain’t much to lose; Used to sleepin’ in a bag an’ livin’ in a slicker; Church folks never branded me- I don’t know as they tried; Wish you’de say a prayer for me an’ try to make a dicker For the best they’ll give me when I cross the Big Divide Tell ‘em I ain’t corralled a night in more’n twenty; Tell’em I’m rawboned a’ rough an’ ain’t much for looks; Tell’em I don’t need much grief because I’ve had a-plenty; I don’t know how bad I am ‘cause I ain’t kept no books Tell’em I’m a meverick a-runnin’ loose unbranded; Tell’em I shoot straight an’ quick an’ ain’t much to hide; Have ‘em come an’ size me up as soon as I get landed For the best they’ll give me when I cross that Great Divide. Tell ‘em I rode straight an’ square an’ never grabbed for leather; Never roped a crippled steer or rode a sore-backed horse; Tell ‘em I’ve bucked wind an’ rain an’ every sort of weather, Had my tilts with A. K. Hall an’ captain R. E. Morse Don’t hide nothin’ from ‘em, weather it be sweet or bitter, Tell ‘em I’ll stay on th’ range, but if I’m shut outside I’ll abide it like a man because I ain’t no quitter; I ain’t going to change just when I cross th’ Big Divide. Tell ‘em when the roundup comes for all us human critters, Just corral me with my kind an’ run a brand on me; I don’t want to be corralled with no hypocrites an’ quitters; Brand me just for what I am-an’ I’m just what you see. I don’t want no steam-het stall or bran-mash for my ration; I just want to meet th’ boss an’ face him honest-eyed, Show him just what chips I got an’ shove ‘em in for cashin’ That’s what you can tell ‘em when I cross the Big Divide
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