I am a Mormon Cowboy and Utah is my home Tucson, Arizona is the first place I did roam From there on to El Capitan, a place you all know well To describe that brushy country no mortal tongue can tell While at the old post office a maid came ridin' down Up on a bronco pony and was soon upon the ground She gave to each and everyone an invitation grand Inviting us to a grand ball at the old El Capitan We all went to the dance that night at the school-house by the road Many folks came from Drippin' Springs and many came from Globe The music they brought with them I never shall forget Was a colored man with his guitar, I can hear him singin' yet There were lots of married women there and single girls too I soon became acquainted with all expect a few The cowboys in their high-heeled boots were leading the great march While the city dudes soon followed in collars stiff with starch While dancing two or three steps I stepped outside to cool Every bush that I passed by was loaded with white mule While after starting supper, it was a quarter past one I heard a fight had started each cowboy pulled his gun Up stepped a little cow puncher his eyes were flashin' fire He said he was the ramrod of the ranch called Bar-F-Bar I started for my pony, the guns were flashin' fast I could hear the cowboys shouting, "We broad it up at last" I bid farewell to my new made friend and that place called El Capitan The fairest face I ever saw was in that wild and happy band I jumped into my saddle and started back for home Made up my mind right there and then I never more would roam