Arroyo Al On Art

ARROYO AL ON ART
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I have jest been lookin’ over a ten-cent magazine,
And the Western pictures in it are the best I ever seen;
The cowboys don’t ride broncos, but are ridin’ thoroughbreds,
And halos of long ringlets surround their handsome heads
Their guns are long and heavy-the kind I’d hate to drag-

And their belts are loaded proper, tim with lead and brass they sag:
And these boys ain’t happy ‘less they’re shootin’ up a town,
Or puttin’ some poor tenderfoot through dances like a clown
Now the cowbodys that I savvy are a harmless gunless lot
And they never use gunpowder when they open a jackpot;
They never shoot at winders, ’cause they spend the hull blamed day
A-mendin’ wire fences, or a-gettin’ in the hay

But these artists never draw scenes that will show such meek, tame boys:
They’ve got to make ’em stirrin’ up of noise; savage, ge, and a-
I guess the hull blamed trouble-and this ain’t no playful jest
Is the fact that Western artists ain’t never seen the West