When I was a young boy
way back in those days.
I wanted to be Gene Autry
but I dressed like Gabby Hayes.
My hat was bent and wrinkled
and its brim did have a split.
And everytime I tried to talk
my mouth just seemed to spit.
I didn't have a stutter
but I spoke some texacan.
I really lived in Illinois
up north of the Rio Grande.
My horse was any fence
that I could hop upon.
And I ride that horse
all the way till dawn.
Those 6 shooters on my hip
had handles made of pearl.
And every time I drew them
I would give em' quite a twirl.
Back there in those days
before I went to school.
Being a western cowboy
to me was very cool.
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