A Cowboy and his Bike

A cowboy pard’ner of mine,
Gave up his hoss for a bike,
When he moved to the city so fine
‘Cause his hoss, the city didn’t like.

The first day that he was there,
He was thrown in the city jail.
His hoss left droppings everywhere,
And cowboys don’t carry a scoop or pail.

So now that he’s finally free,
He rides that bike all about.
With his hat and boots you can see
He’s a cowpuncher without a doubt.

At first he was sad to the bone
When he gave up his jinglin’ spurs.
But he had to go that city alone
‘Cause hosses don’t wear no diapers.