Cowboy's Trademarks

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.