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The lyrics are: “As-sung on the CD’s”.

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Rod Taylor
Here, There, or Anywhere       2010

Rod Taylor is a local legend around these parts. Rod's been working as a Philmont cowboy for many
years and offers some of the best music you'll ever hear in Colfax County.


















I am very surprised that Rod Taylor's albums don't get more hits on my website!
He is an excellent singer and musician and has preformed many more times at Philmont and many other
places around the country, than all the rest of singers of the published Philmont CD’s combined.


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Due to copyright issues with this CD, I can only post the Public Domain (PD) lyrics.
Rod Taylor has now given me his permission to publish his own lyrics!



1.        SADDLE TRAMP        Curly Fletcher; circa 192O’s - 3O’s
I learned this from a Don Edward’s recording. Don, in my opinion, is the all time best of the cowboy
balladeers. This tune somehow seemed appropriate or at least a good place to start.

Rod Taylor: vocals, guitar
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, fiddle, mandolin, bass

I need permission form the owner before I can publish these lyrics
They are all available on the CD cover.



2.        THE PECOS PUNCHER                        Music by Rod Taylor                        Lyrics Unknown, PD
The Pecos Puncher: circa 1890’s- 1910. From John Lomax’s “Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier
Ballads” first published 1910, “From an unfinished manuscript sent me more that twenty years
ago...” John Lomax

Rod Taylor: vocals, guitar
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, fiddle; mandolin, weissenborn, bass


I am a gay puncher, fresh from the Pecos flat
I wear the high heels, also the white hat
I ride the Meyers saddle. My chaps the are the best
My bits, boots, and spurs can’t be beat in the West
I’m noted in Texas out on the Staked Plains
Also from the Pecos to the Rio Grande range
I ride up the trail and take down the rawhide
And there never was a bronco but what I could ride

I ride in the wagon, I ride in pursuit
To hear the cook holler “Chuck away grab a root”
We roll out our bedding on the ground cold and hard
For shortly we have to stand three hours guard

Next morning at daybreak in the circle we ride
We round up the dogies, take down the rawhide
We mark them and brand them like in the days of old
Upon the left shoulder we stamp the Eight-O

I’ve worked for the Mallets, also the Long S
But as for the Eight-O’s, I think them the best
The nights are so dark you can hardly see at all
As I ride to the sound of some maverick’s brawl

Now as for maverick stealing, I confess true enough
But to the young cowman it seems mighty tough
But what cares the puncher as he rides the range o’er
The cowman will get there or else make a roar

Now as for bronc riding, I’ve got quite enough
I’ll go East like Wild Bill and there play the tough
Let my beard grow long and I’ll dance upon the stage
I’ll tell they eat cactus out West and chew sage

As for saddle and bridle I have no more use
I’ll ride to the home ranch and turn my bronc loose
I’ll hang up my saddle where it will keep dry
For I may need it in the sweet by-and-by
In the sweet by-and-by



3.        I’D LIKE TO BE IN TEXAS FOR THE ROUNDUP IN THE SPRING       Unknown, PD
Song most likely written by old time cowboy with some stanzas written by Andy Adams @1903.
For JB Allen

Rod Taylor: vocals, guitar
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, fiddle; mandolin, accordion


In the lobby of a big hotel in New York town one day
Sat a bunch of fellows telling yarns to pass the time away
They talked of distant places and different sights they’d seen
Some praised Chicago town while others New Orleans

In a corner in an old armchair sat a man whose hair was gray
He listened very eagerly to what they had to say
They asked him where he’d like to be and his clear old voice did ring
I’d like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring

* CHORUS *
I can see the cattle grazinng on the hills of early morn
I can see the campfires smokin’ at the breaking of the a dawn
I hear the bronco’s neighing, hear the cowboy sing
Oh, I’d like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring

They all sat still and listened to every word he had to say
They knew the old man sitting there had once been young and gay
They asked him for a story of his life out on the range
Slowly he removed his hat then quietly began

I’ve seen ‘em stampede o’er the hills till you’d think they’d never stop
I’ve seen ‘em run for miles and miles until their leaders dropped
I was foreman of a cow ranch that’s the calling of a king
I’d like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring
* CHORUS *

There’s a grave in sunny Texas where Josie Bridwell sleeps
There’s a grove of leafy Cottonwoods her constant vigil keeps
In my heart’s recollection of them long gone bygone days
We rode the range together like two skippin’ kids at play

Her gentle voice it calls to me in the slumbers of the night
I hear her laughter freshening the dew of early light
I was foreman of a cow ranch that’s the calling of a king
I’d like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring
* CHORUS *

I hear the cayuse neighing I hear the cowboy sing
Oh, I’d like to be in Texas for the round-up in the spring



4.        BLUE MOUNTAIN                JW Keller
JW (Fred) Keller @ 1919. One story goes that the folks of Monticello, Utah gave an annual party for
the old timers (over 60) the entertainment one year, Keller wrote Blue Mountain, (it mentions some
of the local townsfolk).
I learned this from Buck Ramsey and included his verse. Buck was one of the finest of the Cowboy
poets and Singer / Songwriters. I encourage you to read his Poem. “And As I Ride Out on the
Morning” and its’ Prelude “Anthem”.

Rod Taylor: vocals, guitar
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, mandolin, accordion

I need permission form the owner before I can publish these lyrics
They are all available on the CD cover.



5.        CHOPO        Jack Thorpe
Written by Jack in 1901 while at Juno Lake camp in Devil’s River, Texas.
After all, being a Cowboy is a lot about your Horses.

Rod: vocals, guitar, crocket spurs
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, fiddle, mandolin, banjo

I need permission form the owner before I can publish these lyrics
They are all available on the CD cover.



6.        DUST AND HORNS                Rod Taylor / Jim Taylor
Jim and I wrote this song about what Lubbock, Texas may have been like in the days of the big
ranches before the grass was plowed under...

Rod Taylor: vocal guitar
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, accordion, bass, mandolin


Albert gathered cattle on the south fork of the Brazos
Said the mesquite was as thick as a thunderstorm
Rode a Sweitzer kack on an owl headed bronc
Trailin’ the dust and horns

* CHORUS *
Yellow House Canyon, Black Water Draw
A spring named for the buffalo
How many can recall, smoke from the train
Loading horns in the rain
Can’t you hear that lonesome whistle drawl

Rained like pouring water from a boot-top on a flat rock
Ya, it washed them brick streets clean
Gonna have a wild ol’ night in Lubbock, gonna give them skirts a whirl
Old Cuzzie’s looking ornery and mean
* CHORUS *

Now his days are spent in the lobby of the Pioneer Hotel
His nights in room 305
Recalling the days, he was prince of the range
Albert’s longing for just one more drive
* CHORUS *

Smoke from the train
Loading horns in the rain
Can’t you hear that lonesome whistle drawl



7.        BONITA CANYON DRIVE        Rod Taylor
This song is about an annual cow drive to Bonita’s summer pastures. The drive has been going on for
over 100 years.

Rod Taylor: vocals, guitar, crocket spurs
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, fiddle, mandolin


I’m headed up the long trail with all my punchy pals
We’re drivin’ Hereford for many a weary mile
We’re goin’ up the Crater Trail and over Fowler Pass
Then up Bonita Canyon they’ll be belly deep in grass

* CHORUS *
It’s hay ya hidy by whoopy-ti-yi-ya
It’s move along little dogies or there’ll be hell to pay

We caught and fed our horses, saddled them with ease
Then climbed aboard our princely thrones and rode out on the breeze
Rode out past the mailbox across the slick blacktop
Then headed to the backside hittin’ a long trot
* CHORUS *

Rode Joe Bob’s horse he blows the cork but he can hang and rattle
He pitched his slack and forked his kack
He’s a hand with horse and cattle
Along about the break of the day the birds began to sing
We all enjoyed the music our silver spurs did ring
* CHORUS *

We made it to the mountain paired them cattle out
Then turned our horses to the east and headed to the house
We argued as we rode along on down the trail we came
We all agreed the day was good but we sure could use a rain
* CHORUS *



8.        COLORADO TRAIL                                                                                        Unknown, PD
A song from the latter 1800’s that was documented by Carl Sandburg and Weaver Lee Hayes in 1927
from Dr. TL Chapman, (an old surgeon in Duluth, Minnesota) who maintained that decades earlier
he had treated an anonymous cowboy for “bones of both upper and lower legs broken, fractures of
the collar bone on both sides, numerous fractures of both arms and wrists, and many scars from
lacerations.” According to Chapman, the cowboy’s recuperation included several weeks singing
“The Colorado Trail” several limes daily to other patients who just couldn’t get enough of it.

While it has been recorded many times, I changed it just a little bit.

Rod Taylor: vocals, high strung guitar
Don Richmond: lead guitar


Eyes like the morning star
Cheeks like a rose
Laura was a pretty girl
God almighty knows

* CHORUS *
Weep all ye little rains
Wail winds wail
All along along along
The Colorado Trail

Ride through the lonely nights
Ride through the day
Keep that herd movin’ on
Movin’ on its way
* CHORUS *

Ride through the stormy night
Dark is the sky
Wish I’d stayed in Abilene
It was warm and dry
* CHORUS *

Face like a prairie flower
Laughing all the day
Laura was a pretty girl
Now she’s gone away
* CHORUS *

My aching heart is broke and sore
Pitiful and frail
Laura was pretty girl
Cut down in a gale
* CHORUS *

All along along along
The Colorado trail



9.        RIDIN’ OLD PAINT / GOODBYE OLD PAINT                                           Unknown, PD
This song is as old as the Cowboy, at least a hundred and fifty years.
One of the greats among the night herd songs.

Rod Taylor: vocals, mandolin, juice harp
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, fiddle


I ride an old Paint, leadin’ old Dan
Goin’ to Montana for throw the houlihan
They feed in the coulees, and they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted and their backs are all raw

* CHORUS *
Ride around, little dogies, wont you ride real slow,
For the Fiery and the Snuffy are rarin’ to go

Now old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song
One went to Denver, the other went wrong
His wife, she got killed in a poolroom fight
But still he keeps singing from morning till night
* CHORUS *

Now when I die, take my saddle from the wall
Put it on my pony, and lead him from the stall
Tie my bones to his back; point our faces to the west
And we’ll ride the prairies that we likes best
* CHORUS *
* CHORUS *

Good Bye Old Paint
I’m leavin’ Cheyenne
Good Bye Old Paint
I’m leavin’ Cheyenne
I’m leavin’ Cheyenne, bound for Montana
Good Bye Old Paint
I’m leavin’ Cheyenne



11.        CONDISCIPLE        Peter Crook / Rod Taylor
Peter is a good friend, songwriting partner and a fine luthier to boot.
This song is for close friends too soon gone…

Rod Taylor: vocals, guitar
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, accordion, guitar, baritone uke


That old yellow truck keeps kicking up dust
to choke the memories out of my mind
Layers of dirt can’t smother the hurt
or cover up part of my mind

That old cedar fence gives me the chance
to pour out life’s bitter wine
And nothing in the end can replace you my friend
or the emptiness that I feel inside

* CHORUS *
Old toys and playthings
A tree house, tire swings
Schoolyards with prairie dog holes
Broken out windows, lets all the wind through
Keeps turning and twisting my soul

Has it been that long since you have been gone
and buried all the secrets we shared
I try to forget but you can place that bet
if someone says that I never cared

And I drive each day past the school where we played
I see you so clear in my mind
Then I let that old truck kick up some dust
choke the memories out of my mind
* CHORUS *

Keeps turning and twisting my soul



12.        MAKIN’ TRACKS                Rod Taylor
NM Highway 64 through Cimarron Canyon, Moreno Valley and Taos Canyon is a real pretty drive.
That’s good because I have it like 27,000 times. On one of those trips, out came this song.
I wrote it down when I got to Jim’s.

Rod Taylor: vocals, guitar
Don Richmond: harmony vocals, dobro, guitar, mandolin
Jim Bradley: harmony vocals, bass


* CHORUS *
There’s trouble ahead and trouble behind
I’m rollin’ down this road goin’ out of my mind
I’m worried over you, well I’m sad and I’m blue
I’m making tracks to get right back to you
I’m making tracks to get right back to you

Now you have been gone such a very long time
Well I know the reason why babe and I’ve been doing fine        
We got our stuff together, sometimes apart
But were gonna done, make a little money
Then we’re gonna court and spark
* CHORUS *

You told me that you loved me when
you walked out that door
But said you were tired of my spurs jangling
‘cross the floor
You said you had enough of my cow punching ways
So I had a little time to make up a rhyme
and it goes just this way
* CHORUS *

* CHORUS *
I’m making tracks to get right back to you



13.        BEAUTIFUL WORLD        Ry Taylor / Rod Taylor
My son Ry and I wrote this tune late one night in 2008, while sitting around the kitchen table. At the
time, I told Ry this song needed a trombone solo. He thought I was kidding.

Ry Taylor: vocal, guitar, trombone
Rod Taylor: vocal, guitar
Will Taylor: guitar
Don Richmond: bass


Used to Pollution
Clouds look like smoke
But had I soared
I’d surely see more
In this Beautiful World
In this Beautiful World

* CHORUS *
Pick a spot an’ watch the sunset
Purple lightning in the east
Find a rope swing beneath the willow tree
That’s where you will find me
That’s where I’ll be

Suffering through traffic
Passing out gestures and words
People don’t make time
No they hurry past the sights
In this Beautiful World
In this Beautiful World
* CHORUS *



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Produced by Rod Taylor and Don Richmond.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Don Richmond at Howlin’ Dog Records, Alamosa, Co.

Photos b Jeff Segler, Donna Robinson, Pete Crook, Dan Overturf.

Design by Jeff Segler.

Much help from Peter Crook and Patty Taylor.


THANKS TO:

God, Jim Bradley, Will Taylor, Michael Hearne, Steve Garry, Chuck Enloe, Rick Kostuk,
Tish Hinojosa, Donna Robinson, Dan Zacara, Jack Furst, Don Edwards, Dale Burson,
Michael Stevens, Chuck Milner.

Ry Taylor, Jeff Segler, Peter Crook.

Don Richmond for moving the studio to the country.

Patty Taylor for the music, the miles, the ranch, and lovin’ me still.

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NOTES: From searches for words and phrases that are used on the CD and/or in this document.
Many descriptions are from: “Cowboy Bob’s” Cowboy Dictionary  www.lemen.com/dictionary.html  
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or -
“Western Slang, Lingo, & Phrases”  www.legendsofamerica.com/we-slang.html  

1. SADDLE TRAMP
Grub Line Rider - A kind of cowboy pan handler who hangs around a cow camp for free food until he is kicked out then
proceeds to find another camp and starts over.

2. THE PECOS PUNCHER -
Meyers saddle, According to “Cowboy Bob” Lemen  www.lemen.com  Although there was probably at least one
independent saddle maker somewhere by the name of Meyer, I’d guess that “Meyers” is likely a phonetic misspelling of “Myres.” Samuel Dale
Myres was a popular Texas saddlemaker.
Staked Plains - Llano Estacado.
Dogie, Dogy, or Dougie - An orphaned calf, especially noted for constant bawling. According to Dr. Joseph E. Holloway, of California State
University at Northridge, "dogie" was derived from the African cattle-herding word "kidogo," meaning "a little something," or "something small."
The word was brought from Africa to the eastern U.S. by black slaves and then worked its way west with the cowboys.
Maverick - An unbranded calf.
Fork - (verb) To sit on a horse: “The cowboy forked his bronc.”

3. I’D LIKE TO BE IN TEXAS FOR THE ROUNDUP IN THE SPRING
cayuse n. Pacific Northwest A small native range horse, especially an
Indian pony.
Regional Note: The noun cayuse comes from the name of the Cayuse people in the Pacific Northwest. Cayuse is used chiefly in the
territory of the word's origin the states of Washington, Oregon, and Idaho although its use has also spread into other Western states. A verb
meaning "to buck," derived from the noun, is cited by Ramon F. Adams in Old-Time Cowhand (1961): "What cowboys in other sections called
buckin', the Texan called pitchin', and a term used in South Texas, though seldom heard in other sections, was cayusein'."

4. BLUE MOUNTAIN - Interesting history and explanation of the terms and phrases used in this song at:
www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=107179&messages=18  Notes on “Blue Mountain” by Fred W. Keller?
Gallus - (Older Use) - Suspenders; straps that hold trousers up.
Sleepering - A method of rustling cattle, where under cover of darkness -- unbranded cattle were moved to the pen which held the branded
stock. When the animals were turned back out on the range, the thieves would catch the unmarked stock and slap their own brand on them.

Buck Ramsey -- Cowboy poet and Singer / Songwriter.
“And As I Rode Out on the Morning”  www.cowboypoetry.com/buckramsey1.htm    (Look for the links)
“Anthem”  www.cowboypoetry.com/buckramsey2.htm

5. CHOPO – Poplar.  chico – boy.  Llano - flat,  Llano Estacado - (Yea-no Es-tah-kah-dough) Spanish phrase meaning “Staked Plains.”
The dry, treeless plains of the Texas Panhandle and New Mexico.  
Arroyo - The bed of a dry or intermittent creek or river.
Jerk line - A rope used by a calf roper to cue his horse to back up, pulling the calf toward the dismounted cowboy.

6. DUST AND HORNS -
“Sweitzer kack” - refers to tack made by H. H. Sweitzer, the noted Matador Ranch saddlemaker.
According to “
Cowboy Bob” Lemen. owl headed bronc - a horse that looks around a lot.
Cuzzie - Possibly an alternate spelling of Coosie - Nickname for a ranch cook, an Americanization of the Spanish word cocinero meaning cook.
Also particularly a male cook.

7. BONITA CANYON DRIVE -
Kack or Kak - a particular type of saddle with a small horn and a double cinch - Saddle and/or other tack.
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blows the cork, hang and rattle, pitched his slack,  --- still looking for those.

10. INDIAN COWBOY -
Wallendas - A family that is famous for their circus High Wire Act.

11. CONDISCIPLE - A fellow disciple; A fellow student. A luthier is someone who makes or repairs stringed instruments.
The word luthier comes from the French word luth which means “lute”.






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Here, There, or Anywhere
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Pecos Puncher
I'd Like To Be In Texas
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Blue Mountain
Chopo
Dust And Horns
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Colorado Trail
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Curly Fletcher
Lyrics Unknown, PD

Unknown, PD
JW Keller
Jack Thorpe
Rod Taylor / Jim Taylor
Rod Taylor
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Joe Ely
Peter Crook / Rod Taylor
Rod Taylor
Ry Taylor / Rod Taylor
There is a biography of Rod Taylor on
rodtaylormusic.net/biography.html
Listen to some short clips & buy his CDs

Read another version of Rod's biography on the
Ridin' Down the Canyon page.
Please DO NOT PRINT this page.
- Instead -
Go to the
Lyrics Download Files page.
There you will find all the lyrics are on
MS Word Documents, (.doc)
already nicely formated for printing