Queen of the Old 4-J

Queen of the Old 4-J

One fall upon the round-up
Across the great divide,
To the ranch house of the old 4-J
I did chance to ride.

And there I spied a maiden,
Sweet and fair;
Her eyes were velvet black,
She’d dark and wavy hair.

Tho many times I’ve been in love
I never was to stay
‘Til I spied that little maiden,
The Queen of the old 4-J.

And finally in the springtime
I spoke to the fair brunette
She was the finest woman
That I had ever met.

Her form was full and perfect,
She had a stately pose;
Her cheeks were the color
Of the palest summer rose.

But I was just a cowboy,
Working for small pay;
What show had I to win the heart
Of the queen of the old 4-J?

Don’t think she was the kind of girl
Who looked down on common men.
What good was a cowboy anyhow?
For the West was full of them.

She just wanted to marry a man from town
Who could dress with a little swank,
Who didn’t have to work for wages
Who had money in the bank.

And now if I had a million,
I’d give it all away
For a smile from the lips of that little maiden
The queen of the old 4-J.

And now if I had a million,
I’d give it all away
For a smile from the lips of
The queen of the old 4-J.