paroles de chanson Hold That Critter Down - Roy Rogers

It's round-up time and the weather's fine
The strays must all be branded
The irons fry and the dogies cry
But the old man has commanded
So, all day long, I sing this song
Hold that critter down

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So, hold that critter down
Burn his hide, hold him down

When the sun goes down and the moon comes 'round
To the old cook shack we're hidden
We'll throw the pie in the chink cook's eye
And tie him up in his beddin'
Then we'll make him run to the tune of the gun
So, hold that critter down

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So, hold that critter down
Burn his hide, hold him down

I'll head for town when the boss comes 'round
With the back pay that he owes me
Get drunk as sin with my old pal, Jim
And land where the bouncer throws me
Then, I'll bet him ten, he can't do it again
So, hold that critter down

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So, hold that critter down
Burn his hide, hold him down

Back next day with ten minutes pay
Left from the check that I drew
The boss said, "Son, you're a son-of-a-gun
But I wish that I was like you"
So, I'll burn hair for next month's tare
And hold that critter down

Hold him down, burn his hide
There's extra pay for every day
So, hold that critter down
Burn his hide, hold him down