You jist cain’t sing a cowboy tune
You gotta know the way to croon
Settin’ on the back o’ your horse
With your trusty guitar, of course.
You gotta find yourself a twang
Like the cry of the wild mustang.
You jist cain’t croon a cowboy song
It’s too easy to get it wrong.
Rememb’rin' sad tales you’ve told’ll
Help you to master your yodel.
If you have serious talent
Add a touch of a hick accent.
That’s when you should be good to go
Into the saddle for the show.
Then wail about some tumble weeds,
Winding trails and pale ghostly steeds.
Sing about those ol’ jingling spurs
Like your shorts was full of burrs.
You’ll know if you have done it right
If you start a proper bar fight.
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