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You can tell a cowhand by his trappings
  Head to toe.
He’s not a drugstore cowboy 
  who tries to fool you, though.

His boots are manly footwear
  and they’re pointed at the toe.
They’re made to fit a stirrup 
  and show the way to go.

The boot tops climb toward his knees
  and turn back thorns and fangs.
Their soles are smooth and scoot on floors
  where he dances as he "sangs".

He cleans them both fore he steps inside
  so he won’t make a mess.
But I don’t think he takes them off
  even when he’s at rest.

His jeans are straight cut at the leg
  and stop atop his spurs.
His chaps protect his jeans and legs 
  from abuse that often occurs
when his mount maneuvers the heavy mesquite
  To turn a cow around.

And if you check his pockets
  a wallet won’t be found.
Instead you’ll see a circle worn
  where a can of snuff is bound.

He wears a plain old leather belt
  and the buckle’s just as simple.
His trophies are in a trunk, at rest.
  to win them all was ample.

His long sleeve shirt is made of cotton.
  He wears it no matter the season.
If you go to church on Sunday morn',
  there’s a white one for that reason.

A cowboy wears a hat for a crown.
  It’s a signature of his character.
And, if he ever lays it down,
  it's best for you if you leave it there.

Yes, a cowhand has a certain look.
  You can tell by the way he dresses.
Those drugstore boys are too flashy,
  their hair in those beauty shop tresses.

They can dress like a cowhand, but still,
  when you look them both in the eye
you’ll know which one is the cowhand.
  Just gaze into his eyes and see why.

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