I’m a cowboy in a big cowboy world,

Whirlin around in wacky towns with my big iron on my side.

Nobody messes with me and nobody messes with my big iron. 

But however,

Some fellows do rock my boat to a reckless speed,

I hate the loose, lapping, unluxurious pace at which the fellows operate.

These are the same damn fellows who challenge my justified cowboyness to an unrealistic point. 

These boys are ready to load, point and shoot their zinc zappers in an aggravated stature.

Although they attempt to stop me, and permeate their foul attitude into the very gravel I tread upon,

I threaten them with my big iron on my right side and my bigger iron on my left. 

Most times they shiver and shove their stupid butts outta the crowd they caused, 

But some remain and challenge my quick flick of my wrist,

And the last thing they see is my forceful bullet flash in front and right into the belly of their meager bodies.  

They should never contest my constant courageousness.

Why?

Cause I’m a cowboy in a big cowboy world,

And I am the biggest cowboy.