[Verse1] Shot clear through the thigh Cowboy don't bat an eye Just whip out that trusty cloth Wrap it round and tie it in a bow Hop right up you are ready to go Now if you start feeling a little faint Head into the sunset atop of Old Paint [Chorus] Songs a plenty about winning the west Truth is nothing was put to the test Like the humble cotton bandana No gun could ever mop a brow Protect your neck from the sun No way a bank robbery gets proper done [Verse 2] The choice of the army scout No cow poke could do without The air always filled with red dust Stop your lungs from turning to rust Colours bright to catch the eye Came out long before the hippie tie-dye So if you thought that it was only fashion Nope, it was used for splints and a' lashin' According to all my Western TV shows That handy little accessory, was a life saving necessity [Chorus] Songs a plenty about winning the west Truth is nothing was put to the test Like the humble cotton bandana No gun could ever mop a brow Protect your neck from the sun No way a bank robbery gets proper done [Bridge] History talks of the rifles of lore The Stetson hat, boot spurs and more Time we cut right to the core Just what the bandana was really for The doctor was a couple days ride away Twist a stick and tighten, along the way Tell me now, how much would you pay For something you used twenty times a day [Final Chorus] Songs a plenty about winning the west Truth is nothing was put to the test Like the humble cotton bandana No gun could ever mop a brow Protect your neck from the sun No way a bank robbery gets proper done [Outro] So here's an ode to the bandana A cowboy's true best friend I don't want to sound too Pollyanna But there is nothing that it could not mend Oh that old bandana That old bandana That old bandana
