Cattle are messy, and not prairie broken, at all
They'll hike their tails up, when comes that old nature call
Spread it, forget it, don't clean up, just let it
Fall..wherever they dang well please..
Drop plop on an ant hill, the side of a sand hill,
Or some shady spot 'neath the trees..

Cowboys watch where you're walkin'
When not in the saddle..
Don't need your bunkhouse, a smelly old shack
Won't like brown boots, when you've just shined 'em black
Cowboys watch where you're walkin'
While roamin' the ranges..
Don't need messy stirrups, slipp'ry spurs in the back
Oh, cowboys watch where you walk...

Old movie cowboys showed caution and great care, while strollin'
Roy and Gabby you'd never see suffer such plight
John Wayne, Tom Mix, Walter Brennan, Gene Autry, too
All strode with style and good swagger..
One star, who was unique in missing the messy
Would rightly be called, "Hopalong"

Oh, cowboys watch how you're walkin'
'round big herds of cattle
'Can't just go trampin' as free as you wish
Sorry, you'll be..if you're feelin' a squish
Cowhands, watch where you're droppin'
Those pointy toed boots down..
There's cowpies a'plenty..and they're not a good dish,
So cowboys, watch where..you..walk

Cowboys, watch where you walk..