The Lavender Cowboy

He was only a lavender cowboy, The hairs on his chest were two, But he wished to follow the heroes And fight like the he-men do.

But he was inwardly troubled By a dream that gave him no rest, That he'd go with his heroes in action With only two hairs on his chest.

First he tried many a hair tonic. 'Twas rubbed in on him each night. But still when he looked in the mirror Those two hairs were ever in sight.

But with a spirit undaunted He wandered out to fight, Just like an old-time knight errant To win combat for the right.

He battled for Red Nellie's honor And cleaned out a holdup's nest He died with his six guns a-smoking With only two hairs on his chest.