When the Work’s All Done This Fall by Colter Wall Lyrics
A group of jolly cowboys
Discussing plans at ease
One I’ll tell you something boys
If you will listen, please
I am an old cow-puncher
And here I’m dressed in rags
Used to be a tough one
And I went on great big jags
But I’ve got a home boys
A good one that you all know
Though I haven’t seen it
Since long, long ago
I’m a-going to Alberta
Once more to see them all
Going to see my mother
When the work’s all done this fall
That very night this cowboy
Went out to stand his guard
The night was dark and dreary
And storming very hard
The cattle they got frightened
And rushed in wild stampеde
The cowboy tried to hеad them out
Riding at full speed
While a-riding in the darkness
So loudly did he shout
Trying his best to head them
And turn the herd about
His saddle-horse did stumble
And on him it did fall
The boy won’t see his mother
When the works all done this fall
The body was so mangled
Boys all thought him dead
They picked him up so gently
And laid him on a bed
He opened wide his blue eyes
And looking all around
Motioned with his comrades
To sit with him on the ground
Boys send my mother my wages
My wages I have earned
For I am afraid, boys
My last steer I have turned
Going to the new range
I hear my master’s call
I won’t see my mother
When the work’s all done this fall
Give Sully Bill my six gun, Jake can have my bed
Pat can have my saddle, after I get dead
Boys think of me kindly
When you look upon them all
I won’t see my mother
When the work’s all done this fall
Poor Charlie was buried at sunrise
No tombstone at his head
Nothin but a little board
And this is what it said:
Charlie died at daybreak
He died from a fall
The boy won’t see his mother
When the work’s all done this fall
Discussing plans at ease
One I’ll tell you something boys
If you will listen, please
I am an old cow-puncher
And here I’m dressed in rags
Used to be a tough one
And I went on great big jags
But I’ve got a home boys
A good one that you all know
Though I haven’t seen it
Since long, long ago
I’m a-going to Alberta
Once more to see them all
Going to see my mother
When the work’s all done this fall
That very night this cowboy
Went out to stand his guard
The night was dark and dreary
And storming very hard
The cattle they got frightened
And rushed in wild stampеde
The cowboy tried to hеad them out
Riding at full speed
While a-riding in the darkness
So loudly did he shout
Trying his best to head them
And turn the herd about
His saddle-horse did stumble
And on him it did fall
The boy won’t see his mother
When the works all done this fall
The body was so mangled
Boys all thought him dead
They picked him up so gently
And laid him on a bed
He opened wide his blue eyes
And looking all around
Motioned with his comrades
To sit with him on the ground
Boys send my mother my wages
My wages I have earned
For I am afraid, boys
My last steer I have turned
Going to the new range
I hear my master’s call
I won’t see my mother
When the work’s all done this fall
Give Sully Bill my six gun, Jake can have my bed
Pat can have my saddle, after I get dead
Boys think of me kindly
When you look upon them all
I won’t see my mother
When the work’s all done this fall
Poor Charlie was buried at sunrise
No tombstone at his head
Nothin but a little board
And this is what it said:
Charlie died at daybreak
He died from a fall
The boy won’t see his mother
When the work’s all done this fall