The cowboy ain't no dandy When it comes to wearing clothes But when he comes to the city He goes as the other folks go There's just two things he's a'wearing From which he never stoops He'll stick to his old sombrero He'll stick to his high heel boots He'll tackle a string and collar That hitch to a stiff boil shirt He'll discard his chaps and gauntlets To wash off the prarie dirt But he'll hang on to possessions Though folks may turn up thieir snoots He'll stick to his old sombrero He'll stick to his high heel boots He'll peel off his old bandana And his levi's too he'll drop He'll wear store duds and neckties And his old blue shirt he'll swap But for just this part of his outfit He never has substitutes He'll stick to his old sombrero He'll stick to his high heel boots He'll part his hair in the middle And with perfume adorn hisself He'll put on some real suspenders Instead of a cartridge belt He'll lay off the gun he's a'wearing But in spite of the jears and the hoots He'll stick to his old sombrero He'll stick to his high heel boots Oh yes he's a queerious mixture When in from the range he strays And puts on the towns? and toggins? And copies the city man's ways But when into town he's comin' To mix with the dudes and recruits He'll stick to his old sombrero He'll stick to his high heel boots