He buys all the town lots he can get In the wrong end of Calgary, And he waits and he waits for the boom Until he's dead broke like me. He couldn't get any tick So he feebly cries out "yah"! He couldn't do any work And he wouldn't know how if he could; So the police run him for a vag And set him to bucking wood. As he sits in the guard room cell, He feebly cries out "yah"! Come all ye tenderfeet And listen to what I say, If you can't get a government job You had better remain where you be. Then you won't curse your luck And cry out feebly "yah"! THE ROAD TO COOK'S PEAK If you'll listen a while I'll sing you a song, And as it is short it won't take me long. There are some things of which I will speak Concerning the stage on the road to Cook's Peak. On the road to Cook's Peak,-- On the road to Cook's Peak,-- Concerning the stage on the road to Cook's Peak. It was in the morning at eight-forty-five, I was hooking up all ready to drive Out where the miners for minerals seek, With two little mules on the road to Cook's Peak-- On the road to Cook's Peak,-- On the road to Cook's Peak,-- With two little mules on the road to Cook's Peak. With my two little mules I jog along And try to cheer them with ditty and song; O'er the wide prairie where coyotes sneak, While driving the stage on the road to Cook's Peak. On the road to Cook's Peak,-- On the road to Cook's Peak,-- While driving the stage on the road to Cook's Peak. Sometimes I have to haul heavy freight, Then it is I get home very late. In rain or shine, six days in the week, 'Tis the same little mules on the road to Cook's Peak. On the road to Cook's Peak,-- On the road to Cook's Peak,-- 'Tis the same little mules on the road to Cook's Peak. And when with the driving of stage I am through I will to my two little mules bid adieu. And hope that those creatures, so gentle and meek, Will have a good friend on the road to Cook's Peak. On the road to Cook's Peak,-- On the road to Cook's Peak,-- Will have a good friend on the road to Cook's Peak. Now all kind friends that travel about, Come take a trip on the Wallis stage route. With a plenty of grit, they never get weak,-- Those two little mules on the road to Cook's Peak. On the road to Cook's Peak,-- On the road to Cook's Peak,-- Those two little mules on the road to Cook's Peak. ARAPHOE, OR BUCKSKIN JOE 'Twas a calm and peaceful evening in a camp called Araphoe, And the whiskey was a running with a soft and gentle flow, The music was a-ringing in a dance hall cross the way, And the dancers was a-swinging just as close as they could lay. People gathered round the tables, a-betting with their wealth, And near by stood a stranger who had come there for his health. He was a peaceful little stranger though he seemed to be unstrung; For just before he'd left his home he'd separated with one lung.