Category: Cowboy jokes

Why did the cowboy’s car stop? It had Injun (engine) trouble.

Why did the cowboy get a hot seat? Because he rode the range.

Why was the cowboy a lot of laughs? He was always horsing around.

What sickness do cowboys get from riding wild horses? Bronchitis (bronc-itis).

Why did the cowboy ride his horse? Because the horse was too heavy to carry.

The eastern lady who was all ready to take a horseback ride said to the cowboy, “Can you get me a nice gentle pony?” “Shore,” said the cowboy. “What kind of a saddle do you want, English or western?” “What’s the difference?” asked the lady. “The western saddle has a horn on it,” said the cowboy. “If the traffic is so thick here in the mountains that I need a horn on my saddle, I don’t believe I want to ride.”

Back in the Old West three Texas cowboys were about to be hung for cattle rustling. The lynch mob brought the three men to a tree right at the edge of the Rio Grande. The idea was that when each man had died, they’d cut the rope and he’d drop into the river and drift out of sight They put the first cowboy in the noose, but he was so sweaty and greasy he slipped out, fell in the river and swam to freedom. They tied the noose around the second cowboy’s head. He, too, oozed out of the rope, dropped into the river and got away. As they dragged the third Texan to the scaffold, he resisted, “Please! Would yaw’l tighten that noose a little bit? I can’t swim!”

Swint and Fess, two Oklahoma cowboys, were resting their horses out on the range. “What’d Emmaline give yew for yore birthday?” asked Swint. “Pair of cufflinks,” said Fess. “But I ain’t got no use for them. I can’t even find anyplace to get my wrists pierced.”

Who do zombie cowboys fight? Deadskins.

The swing doors of the Wild West saloon crashed open and in came Little Pete, black with fury. “All right!” he raged, “all right! Who did it? What goldarned varmint painted my horse blue?” The huge figure of Black Jake, notorious gunfighter and town baddie rose from a chair by the door. “It was me, shrimp,” he drawled, bunching his gigantic fists, “what about it?” “Oh, well, er,” stammered little Pete wretchedly, “all I wanted to say was. . .when are you going to give it another coat?”