There was a cowboy known as Frank
Recited Rilke when he drank
Which, in fact, was rather often
He drank himself into a cowboy coffin
There was a cowboy we called Ace
Lived in a dopey state of grace
Never clever, not a player
Now light a candle, say a prayer
CHORUS:
Wrap the cowboys in white linen
The parade is now beginning
Beat the drum and blow the fife
And mourn one more lost cowboy’s life
There was a cowboy we called Curly
He hit his peak a little early
He liked his cowboy lovin’ rough
Until one day he’d had enough
There was a cowboy, Little Timmy
All he said was, “Gimme, gimme.”
If he’d not been such a fiend
He might not have been quarantined
CHORUS:
Wrap the cowboys in white linen
The parade is now beginning
Carry roses for the pall
To muffle the dirt clods as they fall
Cowboy Jack was quite a banger
All he had was his own anger
Then someone shot off his face
Sorry, Jack. Wrong time, wrong place
When I think of Cowboy Kevin
I wish that I believed in heaven
That, along with other friends,
I’d believe I’d see his face again
CHORUS:
Wrap the cowboys in white linen
The parade is now beginning
Beat the drum and blow the fife
And mourn one more lost cowboy’s life
