I said, "Hi." and
you strutted right on by me.
Your nose up in the air.
Your thousand dollar boots shining,
hauteur eyes in Gucci that show no care.

You have a two hundred dollar haircut.
Your five pound silver beltbuckle looks real mean.
There is a big designer label
on the back of your brand new jeans.

You wear an expensive wide brim cowboy hat.
Your buckskin chaps are one of a kind.
Your the best thing going on for miles around,
at least in your inflated self-centered mind!

So...why don't you go kick a cow pie
on a very hot day.
Go drink with your gun hand.
You've no cowboy ethic's, just go away!

Stand in a water trough,
better yet! Take a dive!
There is no five hundred dollar reward for you-
dead or alive!

The million dollar question
Im askin you (of course)
Is: Hey wrangler (Ha Ha) Yo cowboy-
CAN YOU RIDE A HORSE?

Your gold spurs are blinding.
Your capped white teeth, the same.
One large diamond stud earring.
Wearing unused leather gloves, sewn with your name.

In all your expensive shiney glitter,
you think your the coolest dude.
But, the clothes don't make the cowboy
or your stuck up attitide!

I'd rather check out a real cowboy
in worn out hat and faded leather too.
Riding his horse all dusty and plain,
then give the time of day to you!

So...go kick a cow pie
on a very hot day.
Go drink with your gun hand.
You've no cowboy ethic's, just go away!

Stand in a water trough,
better yet, take a dive!
There is no five hundred reward for you
dead or alive!

The million dollar question
Im askin you (of course)
Is: Hey wrangler (Ha Ha) Yo cowboy-
CAN YOU RIDE A HORSE?

copyright 2-9-09 "Dusty"