Hill Billy Willie

Give me the wild wild woolly west, the wide open spaces too
Breaking the track on a bony hack who lost one leg at Waterloo
With a gun in a holster and a pillow and a bolster
And a mattress and enamelled what's a name

I'm Hill Billy Willie from the
Cowheel Range, riding across the Wigan Plain
When I'm tired of the saddle I get off the horse and paddle
Then I get a cheap return and catch the train
I'm Hill Billy Willie from the
Cowheel Range, riding across the Wigan Plain

With a feather duster on the bronco's tail we can swish away the flies
We gallop backwards up and down the trail
To keep the dust out of our eyes
Once a Moll got me guessing and with me she started messing

And my covered wagon now is not the same
Because I'm Hill Billy Willie from the
Cowheel Range, riding across the Wigan Plain
Saloon bars I stick up, all the fag ends then I pick up
And the drinks they leave behind I quickly drain

I'm Hill Billy Willie from the
Cowheel Range, riding across the Wigan Plain
All the cattle I lasso 'em then I cut 'em up and chew 'em
And I sell the skins for fourpence down the lane
I'm Hill Billy Willie from the
Cowheel Range, riding across the Wigan Plain

With a feather duster on the
Bronco's tail, we can swish away the flies
We gallop backwards up and down the
Trail, to keep the dust out of our eyes

There's a dame she's got some daughters
They've got lovely big hind quarters
And their ups and downs are nearly quite the same
They fall for Hill Billy Willie of the
Cowheel Range, riding across the Wigan Plain