Most folks called him Howdy this red headed feller
Wore a red hat, red chaps and a pair of red boots too!
Of course his horse was brown but almost red and Howdy
Named him Fred… short for Fredrico because Fred
Understood Spanish & English he was an equine Bi-lingual
When folks greeted Howdy they said, “ howdy, Howdy”
Which started to bug him for quite a long spell
He’d say back to ‘em… yes, my name is Howdy, and…
You don’t have to wear it out!” To which they muttered…
under their breath, “he’s a moody sort of cuss don’t- cha think?”
He rode the river valleys along the rutts of wagon roads
Way off in the mountains like a bonafide buckeroo would do
He had a thing for whiskey but we won’t discuss that now
Mostly, Howdy was a cowboy since he left the farm and plow
He whistled and he sang some as he traveled with the boys
Busy punchin’ cattle on the trail all the way from Texas
Up to the High Wyoming ground livin’ by the credo…
Good - Cowpokes seldom ever fail
Ol’ Howdy was a crack shot he had two eagle eyes and
Two red handled forty fives holstered above his thighs
At the campfire he sipped whiskey and said…
“May this brew never go outta style!”
While his mostly toothless cowboys friends laughed...
and tried their best to smile
This kind of life ain’t for everyone our bodies ache
when the ridin’s done baked to a crisp by the danged old Sun -
then we freeze beneath the stars but proudly show our scars
to the pretty ladies at the bars
When the trail rides done yeah, thats big fun for everyone
Until it's time to ride again with my ugly cowboy friends...
And my trusty amigo Fred
Let the cattle cries make music for the sunset skies ahead
May I say thank-you Lord for the occasional perfumed feather bed
Where I settle down as the man I’m truly meant to be with…
Annabelle Lee, whoopee! Whose a red head just like me!
If ya gotta hoot, you ought to holler a little bit too
When that pebble in your red boot feels like a boulders buggin’ you
Never shoot an unarmed cowboy unless he cheats at playin’ cards
Or steals your girl and whiskey away
Then you kin wrestle him down on main street no need to be discrete
Where a pair of red metallic spurs become a legend of the west...
And it seems Howdy’s better than the rest!
And it seems Howdy’s better than the rest!