I’m a boulevard cowboy,
A Jitney man:
That’s my pedigree.
And I live in the carrie
Forty seventh and Prairie-
Everybody in Chicago knows me.

You can dig me at Ernie’s old chicken shack,
pickin’ bones, you know.
Take my gal to the Regal when I’m hodling plenty Jack,
And make her stay home when her funds are low.

I’m just a cowboy from oatmeal boulevard.