Once Waco Walmsley went up to the Senate
to talk about Cowboyin' stuff.
He wore clean underwear, jeans and socks,
an' figgered that's prolly enough.

But he's stopped at the door by a big ol' boy
in a uniform covered with brass.
This fella says, "You ain't goin' in there,
without y'got some kinda pass."

No one told Waco he needed a pass
to visit a boy from back home.
He figgers you just go an' knock on the door,
an' tell 'em you're there with a poem.

So, Waco says, "Gen'ral, I don't think we've met,
so let me make all of this clear.
I'm Waco Walmsley, an' I have decided
to come see my senator here."

The guard kinda sighs, and then says to Waco,
"Your pass, or you don't go inside." 
Now, Waco's took back, because this whole thing 
is startin' to tarnish his pride.

Now you know ol' Waco, he's workin' a bluff,
to get the respect that is due him.
So he starts recitin' a poem that he wrote,
and folks begin listenin' to him.

By now there's a crowd that has got pretty big.
The guard calls the senator's aide.
Who then gets the senator out to the door,
before an arrest can be made.

"I guess you know," the senator says,  
"you put that ol' guard through his paces."
Waco grins, "Yeah, but a good cowboy poem 
can git you in all sorts of places."