Long Handles

Hey there Sven, it sure smells like snow,
and it's your turn to milk the cows,
ya might want to sleep in the barn tonight.

No now Einar, it's your turn
to sleep in the barn,
if I get snowed in then you
can take my turn milking the cows.

Maybe now Sven, you should have your Lena
sleep in the barn with me,
you always have her do your milking anyway.

Hey Einar, now there's an idea.

Make sure she wears her long handles though,
last time she was frigid ya know.

Oh now Einar, long handles fix that?
I didn't know.

Ranch Hand

I live on the range where coyote hoots,
I have a hammer, a horse and a pair of boots,
I don't feed the hammer, don’t polish the horse,
and I don't wear my boots indoors.

At the end of day the sun goes down,
Cave Sadie comes hanging around
with a pot of beans and a bucket of beer,
I don’t care if you leave me here.

At dark the River-of-Stars runs high,
hammers through the lonesome sky.