| He was only a lavender cowboy
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| The hairs on his chest were two,
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| But he wished to follow the heroes
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| And fight like the he-men do.
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| But he was inwardly troubled
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| By a dream that gave him no rest,
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| That he’d go, with heroes in action
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| With only two hairs on his chest.
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| First he tried many a hair tonic,
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| 'Twar rubbed in on him each night,
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| But still when he looked in the mirror
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| Those two hairs were ever in sight.
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| But with a spirit undaunted
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| He wandered out to fight,
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| Just like an old-time knight errant
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| To win combat for the right.
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| He battled for Red Nellie’s honour
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| And cleaned out a holdup’s nest,
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| He died with his six guns a-smoking
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| With only two hairs on chest. |