The Lavender Cowboy



He was only a lavender cowboy,

The hairs on his chest were two,

But he wished to follow the heroes

And fight like the he-men do.



But he was inwardly troubled

By a dream that gave him no rest,

That he'd go with his heroes in action

With only two hairs on his chest.



First he tried many a hair tonic.

'Twas rubbed in on him each night.

But still when he looked in the mirror

Those two hairs were ever in sight.



But with a spirit undaunted

He wandered out to fight,

Just like an old-time knight errant

To win combat for the right.



He battled for Red Nellie's honor

And cleaned out a holdup's nest

He died with his six guns a-smoking

With only two hairs on his chest.



Recorded by Ives

@cowboy @fight

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