He was ornery and ugly and smelled like a pig
His eyes were too small and his head was too big
He would holler and cuss up a blue streak all day
But not a bad word about him they’d say
And when he was gone they mourned that he’d passed
The herd didn’t care, they still had their sweet grass
But the drovers and trail boss and waddies and such
Never missed anything in their hard lives so much
No golden brown biscuits from hot cast iron pots
No bowls of red chili all steaming and hot
No big bloody steaks or full plates of beans
It’s enough to turn a good cowhand right mean
No sweet apple cobbler or Arbuckles candy
No vying to see who ground coffee most handy
No begging for seconds and hauling firewood
For a biscuit with honey, you know they all would
Someday they’ll replace that old man I suppose
But even a gorgeous young lady named Rose
Would pale in comparison and that’s the truth
To that ornery old man with nary a tooth
Much beloved he was by the cowboys you see
No matter how cantankerous he might be
For a cowboy works best with just one simple plan
When his stomach is full, he’s a hell of a man
So all of you Cookies who toil so hard
Throwing that bacon and flour and lard
We love that dang chow, it’s fer sure that we do
With our plates in our hands and our hats off to you
