♫ My home's in Montana, I wear a bandana
My spurs are of silver, my pony is gray ♪
♫ While riding the ranges, my luck never changes
With foot in the stirrup I'll gallop away ♪
Cowboys had it great, sleeping under the stars with a belly full of beans, a bottle of rotgut, and cuddly Rattlesnakes.
Then the sodbusters came with their tightassed teatotaler wives, barbwire, churches, and schools.
Injury to insult, the railroads foiled the fun travel of trodding on new folks, and vegetarians ruined the market.
It was all downhill from there. Got so a real cowboy is reduced to posing for tourists, begging for tips.
John Wayne does
NOT approve.
