| BUCK'S YEARLY GOOSE to the tune of "The Christmas Goose" |
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| CHORUS (sung after each verse & twice at the end) All around the saloon beneath the burning sun The merry merry gunman shoots his silver studded gun It was at an inn in Dodge City, "The Tumbleweed" read the sign, A famous saloon where gunslingers used to sleep and dine. A scoundrel one windy eve, as long had been his use, Called in to spend his evening and choose his yearly goose. Well, he downed his shot of whiskey and he smoked his mild cigar And chatted with the bartender and the gamblers at the bar And not a thought of wickedness did enter in his head Until the saloon girl came down to show him to his bed. He followed her right close behind, he squeezed her on the stairs He kissed her by the chamber door before he said his prayers He gave to her a dollar to prevent her bein' vexed And then he blew the candle out, and you can guess the next. Next morn this fine Lothario discharged his one-night stand He found his boots and left quickly, riding out o'er the land. And where he went to afterwards I really couldn't say Suffice he came to choose his goose the very next windy day. A year had passed, right quickly, which filled his heart with glee He rambled 'round from town to town, and strange sights did he see Until he came to Dodge City, and put up for the night At "The Tumbleweed," which twelve months before had filled him with delight. Well, he sauntered in the barroom, as calm as he could have got Where many a rooster like himself was waitin' for a shot. He ordered up the very best the bartender could produce And called the waiter back to say, "Now don't forget my goose!" Right speedily a tray was brought with eatables galore And by the selfsame saloon girl he'd kissed twelve months before But when he looked beneath the cloth, no eatables were piled Instead of eatables he found a big fat bumping child. Enraged at hearing others laugh, "What the hell is this?" says he "Come sit down beside me, mister, and I'll tell you," says she. "Last year you were so kind, now do not think it strange. You gave to me a dollar; well, I've brought you back your change." |
| I am not familiar with this carol, but I found the original lyrics here! And once I found them and read them, I realized that with just a few modifications the song was about Buck! LOL! |