Never played with girls back then
lessen they were packin’ guns.
We won the west and rode the range
wore tin stars apon our chest.
Gunsmoke, Lawman , The Rifleman
or Cartwrights on the Ponderosa
who cared, knew we were the best.
When mum decked us out as cowboys
men were men, the Duke was King
for two tough hombres like us.














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