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Hold That Critter Down - The Son of tHe Pioneers

It's roundup 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 heading

We'll throw the pie

In the Chink cook's eye

And tie him up in his bedding

And make him run

To the tune of a 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 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 minute's pay

Left from the cheque 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 tear

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