Cowboy's Trademark - Gene Autry

The cowboy ain’t no dandy

When it comes to wearing clothes

But when he comes to the city

He goes as the other folks go

There’s just two things he’s a’wearing

From which he never stoops

He’ll stick to his old sombrero

He’ll stick to his high heel boots

He’ll tackle a string and collar

That hitch to a stiff boil shirt

He’ll discard his chaps and gauntlets

To wash off the prairie dirt

But he’ll hang on to possessions

Though folks may turn up thieir snoots

He’ll stick to his old sombrero

He’ll stick to his high heel boots

He’ll peel off his old bandana

And his levi’s too he’ll drop

He’ll wear store duds and neckties

And his old blue shirt he’ll swap

But for just this part of his outfit

He never has substitutes

He’ll stick to his old sombrero

He’ll stick to his high heel boots

He’ll part his hair in the middle

And with perfume adorn hisself

He’ll put on some real suspenders

Instead of a cartridge belt

He’ll lay off the gun he’s a’wearing

But in spite of the jears and the hoots

He’ll stick to his old sombrero

He’ll stick to his high heel boots

Oh yes he’s a queerious mixture

When in from the range he strays

And puts on the towns?

and toggins?

And copies the city man’s ways

But when into town he’s comin'

To mix with the dudes and recruits

He’ll stick to his old sombrero

He’ll stick to his high heel boots