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THE NIFTY COWPUNCHER
Allers wears the finest duds ever you did
see, What he owns the very best simply's got
to be; An' his boots, well, place your bet, they
take all the tricks, Made to order, high o' heel, 'bout a number
six. As fer hat, he's sure there strong, best that
coin can buy, White an' wide o' brim the same, crown a
Chaps, he likes the fancy kind, angorees the best,
Spurs, well, jinghV dreams! Oh, my! finest in the west;
Gun, don't pack it much these days, handle's made o' pearl,
Silver-plated forty-five, pretty as a girl.
Belt is simply out o' sight, holster jes' the same,
Never counts the cost, that boy, so he's in the game.