Hold him down, burn his hide There's extra pay for every day So, hold that critter down Burn his hide, hold him down It's round-up time and the weather's fine The strays must all be branded The irons fry and the dogies cry But the old man has commanded So, all day long, I sing this song Hold that critter down Hold him down, burn his hide There's extra pay for every day So, hold that critter down Burn his hide, hold him down I'll head for town, when the boss comes 'round With the back pay that he owes me Get drunk as sin with my old pal, Jim And land where the bouncer throws me Then bet him ten, he can't do it again So, hold that critter down Hold him down, burn his hide There's extra pay for every day So, hold that critter down Burn his hide, hold him down Back next day with ten minutes pay Left from the check that I drew Boss said, "Son, you're a son-of-a-gun but I wish that I was like you" So, I'll burn hair for next month's tare And hold that critter down Hold him down, burn his hide There's extra pay for every day So, hold that critter down Burn his hide, hold him down