THE COWBOY tradicionál Oh, a man there lives on the Western plains With a ton of fight and an ounce of brains Who herds the cows as he robs the trains And goes by the name of Cowboy He laughs at death and scoffs at life He feels unwell unless in some strife He fights with a pistol, a rifle, or knife This reckless, rollicking Cowboy He sets up drinks when he hasn't a cent He'll fight like hell with any young gent When he makes love, he goes it hell-bent Oh, he's some lover, this Cowboy He shoots out lights in a dancing hall He gets shot up in a drunken brawl Some coroner's jury then ends it all And that's the last of the Cowboy https://www.zpevnicekunas.cz