Passend zu der Zeit, in welcher wir uns gerade befinden für euch “The Killers” mit “The Cowboy’s Christmas Ball”…
Långt ut i Old Nevada, där Truckees vatten rinner,
Where the cattle are “a-browzin'” an’ the Spanish ponies grow;
Where the Northers “come a-whistlin'” from beyond the Neutral Strip;
And the prairie dogs are sneezin’, as if they had “The Grip”;
Where the coyotes come a-howlin’ ’round the ranches after dark,
And the bluebirds are a-singin’ to the lovely “meadow lark”;
Where the bighorns are a-grazin’ and the lonely plovers call —
It was there that I attended “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”
(who!)Pojkarna hade lämnat rancherna och kommit till staden i högar;
The ladies — “kinda scatterin'” — had gathered in for miles..
Rummet var utsmyckat - med mistel och sjalar,
Och ljus fladdrade fresker, runt de luftiga väggarna.
Kvinnorna såg ljuvliga ut – pojkarna såg lite treiga ut,
Till the leader got to yellin’: “Hey, fellers, let’s stampede!”
And the music started sighin’, an’ awailin’ through the hall
As a kind of introduction to “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”Deras ledare var en fällare som kom från Swensons ranch,
They called him “Windy Billy,” from “little Deadman’s Branch.”
His rig was “kinda careless,” big spurs and high-heeled boots;
He had the reputation that come when “a fellers shoots.”
Hans röst var som en bygel på en bergig höjd;
His feet were animated an’ a mighty, movin’ sight,
When he commenced to hollerin’, “Now, fellers stake your pen!”
“Lock horns with all them heifers, an’ russle ’em like men.
“Salute yer lovely critters; now swing an’ let ’em go,
“Climb the grape vine ’round ’em — all hands do-ce-do!
“You Mavericks, join the round-up – Just skip her waterfall,”
Huh! It was gettin’ happy, The Cowboys’ Christmas BallDon’t tell me ’bout cotillions, or Germans, no sir’ee!
Den där virveln på Carson City tar bara kakan med mig.
Jag är trött på lata shufflins, av dem har jag blivit mätt,
Just Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Wild Ol’ Bill.McAllister är ingenstans, när Windy leder showen,
I’ve seen ’em both in harness, and so I sorta know —
Åh, Bill, jag kommer inte glömma dig, och jag minns ofta,
That lively gaited soiree — “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”Åh, Bill, jag kommer inte glömma dig, och jag minns ofta,
That lively gaited soiree — “The Cowboys’ Christmas Ball.”