Lavender Cowboy: Paddy Roberts



Yippee-i, yippee-oh
Yippee-i, yippee-oh, yippee-ay
Which sounds rather silly, but ev’ry hillbilly
Spends half his life singing that way

He was just a lavender cowboy
With only three hairs on his chest
And he rode on a filly called Daffydowndilly
The prettiest horse in the West

Ev’ry morning they went out together
While the others looked on in dismay
‘Cause he’d round up the cattle a-ridin’ side-saddle
Because he preferred it that way

He was just a lavender cowboy
Who committed a terrible sin
He went out on a bender and slugged a bartender
And stole all the strawberry gin

So the posse was sent out to find him
And bring him back dead or alive
And they knew as they went they were hot on the scent
By the smell of Chanel No.5

And they found him a-lyin’ unconcious
With blood running all down his chin
Till they looked a bit closer and what do you know, sir
They found it was strawberry gin

So, they shot the lavender cowboy
And said as they layed him to rest
You’ll be happier now, boy, you can’t be a cowboy
With only three hairs on your chest

(Harold Hersey / Arr. Paddy Roberts)

Paddy Roberts – 1959


About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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