COWBOY

(Michael Carr)


As recorded by:
Roy Fox & His Band
V. Denny Dennis
Recorded 9th January 1937



Cowboy, you’re a real humdinger
You’re a hilly-billy singer, you know how, boy
Want to ride the range and love it
The silver sky above it, cowboy

Cowboy, though you’re lean and lanky
Guess there’s nothing ‘bout 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 horn’s lackey
And to sleep beneath the stars
Born to roll your own tobaccy
While the boss smokes big cigars

Cowboy, you’re a one gal’s feller
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.

Ridin’ the range, under the blue
Ridin’ the range, it all belongs to you
Just drift along, don’t ever change
Singing your song, and ridin’ the range.

(Transcribed from John Wright’s 78 RPM Record Collection
 by Bill Huntley - August 2013)