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2010Writer: Michael Martin MurpheyA group of jolly cowboys, discussing plans at easeSays one, I''ll tell you something, boys, if you will listen, pleaseI am an old cow-puncher, you see me dressed in ragsI used to be a good one, boys, and went on great big jagsI have got a home boys, a good one you all knowThough I haven''t seen it since very long agoI''m going back to Dixie once more to see them allGoing to see my mother when the work''s all done this fallWhen I left my home, my mother for me criedShe begged me not to go, boys, for me she would have diedMother''s heart is aching, breaking for me, that''s allWith God''s help I''ll see her when the work''s all done this fall''Instrumental BreakThat very night, this cowboy went out to stand his guardThe night was dark and cloudy, it was storming very hardThe cattle, they got frightened and they rushed in wild stampedeThe cowboy tried to head them while riding at full speedRiding in the darkness, so loudly he did shoutTrying hard to head them, to turn the herd aboutHis saddle horse did stumble and on him it did fallHe won''t see his mother when the work''s all done this fallInstrumental BreakHis body was so mangled, the boys all thought him deadThey picked him up so gently and they laid him on a bedHe opened up his blue eyes and lookin'' all aroundHe motioned to his comrade, come near him on the groundHe said, ''Send my mother my wages, boys, the wages I have earnedI am so afraid, now, the last steer I have turnedI''m headed for a new range, I hear the Master callGuess I won''t see my mother when the work''s all done this fall''But Fred, you take my saddle, George, you take my bedBill, you take my pistol after I am deadPlease think of me kindly when you look upon them allI''ll not see my mother when the work''s all done this fall''Charlie was buried at sunrise, no tombstone for his headNothing but a little board, and this is what it said''Charlie died at daybreak and he died from a fallHe''ll not see his mother when the work''s all done this fall''