Brave in the doorway he stands
Never one drop of fear to bead upon his hand
Attention, the 44 that hangs from his hip
Western hat, big star on the front of it.
Blue eyes a watching, don’t dare make a slip
Two big ears tweaked for danger
Big nose, both nostrils flared.
Bad boy daring you to give him some lip
This scene painted is true don’t you know
Just as sure as his red shirt and blue bandana,
His western boots and yellow drawers
They have all been painted on him
You see, when you’re two feet tall
And your made out of clay
You gotta paint a good picture
If you’re gonna scare the bad guys away.