had a very shiny gun.
If you ever saw it,
you would pull down your pants and run.
All of the other cowboys, use to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor Randolph join in any of the cowboy games.
Then one foggy Saturday night, the Sheriff came to say....
Randolph with your nose so bright, won't you shoot my wife tonight?
Then how the Cowboys loved him, as they shouted out with gleee. Randolph the bow legged cowboy, you'll go down in histoooooorrrryyyyy..
Have you ever heard this version? I learned it growing up.