COWBOY: 1938

Cowboy you’re a real humdinger

You’re a hilly billy singer

You know how boy

Born to ride the range and love it

The silver sky above it, Cowboy

Cowboy though your lean and lanky

Guess there’s nothing about you swanky

You’re a wow boy

Though you really look a tough one

You’ve a heart that’s big enough son, Cowboy

Born to be a short horned lacky

And to sleep beneath the stars

Born to roll your own tabaccee

While the boss smokes big cigars

Cowboy you’re a one gal fella

They don’t make em any sweller

Take a bow boy

Guess the range would die without you

There’s something fine about you, Cowboy

Born to be a short horned lacky

And to sleep beneath the stars

Born to roll your own tabaccee

While the boss smokes big cigars

Cowboy you’re a one gal fella

They don’t make em any sweller

Take a bow boy

Guess the range would die without you

There’s something fine about you, Cowboy