Cowboy
A cowboy rode warily along
Six shooter tied with rawhide thong
Astride a fine paint dancing feet high
A tossing head pretending to shy
A trail town the cowboy did know
Spurring the colt started to crow
With a panther scream an Indian yell
Whining a bullet off the school bell
Beer in his belly the wolf in his eye
Using a chaser of Grandpa's Old Rye
Booted heels braced in gambling hall
Snap the gun let hammer fall
Spurs winking a moonlight beat
Paint cantering scorpion street
Another range behind him
Still another risk to see
A chance of cards of winning
Gambling the means to be free
Busting Montana broncs maybe an outlaw
A popping Texas mavericks up a draw
A trailing doggies a riding fence line
Wanting something of his own at night time
Cowboy hoped to be home never will
Dusted his Stetson as he topped the hill