Cowboys in White Linnen

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