Classic Poem

I want to be a cowboy and with the cowboys stand,
Big spurs upon my bootheels and a lasso in my hand;
My hat broad brimmed and belted upon my head I'll place,
And wear my chaparajos with elegance and grace.

The first bright beam of sunlight that paints the east with red
Would call me forth to breakfast on bacon, beans, and bread;
And then upon my broncho so festive and so bold
I'd rope the frisky heifer and chase the three year old.

And when my work is over to Cheyenne then I'll head,
Fill up on beer and whiskey and paint the damn town red.
I'll gallop through the front streets with many a frightfull yell;
I'll rope the slant old heathen and yank them straight to hell.