When The Work's All Done This Fall

When The Work's All Done This Fall - Mac Wiseman

Written by：M. Robbins

A group of jolly cowboys discussing plans at ease

Said one I'll tell you something boys

If you will listen please

I'm an old cow puncher

Or here I'm dressed in rags

I used to be a tough one

And go on great big jags

I have got a home boys

A good one you all know

Although I haven't seen it since long long ago

I'm going back to Dixie

Once more to see them all

I'm going home to mother

When the work's all done this fall

That night this very cowboy

Went out to stand his guard

The night was dark and stormy

Was raining very hard

The cattle they got frightened

And they rushed in wild stampede

The cowboy tried to turn them

While riding at full speed

Riding in the darkness

Loudly he did shout

Trying his best to stop them

Or turn the herd about

His saddle horse did stumble

And upon him it did fall

Poor boy won't see his mother

When the work's all done this fall

Fred you take my saddle

Jim you take my bed

Johnny take my pistol after I am dead

Think about me kindly

As you look upon them all

I'll not see my mother

When the work's all done this fall

They buried Charlie at daybreak

No tombstone at his head

Nothing but a little board

And this is what it said

Charlie died at daybreak

He died from a fall

Poor boy won't see his mother

When the work's all done this fall