| Oh, step aside, y’all ornery tenderfeet
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| Cause i’m about to sing my song
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| I’m an old cowhand from the rio grande
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| But my legs ain’t bowed, and my cheeks ain’t tan
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| Well i’m a cowboy who never saw a cow
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| Never roped a steer 'cause i don’t know how
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| And i sure ain’t fixin' to startin now
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| Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
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| I’m an old cowhand from the rio grande
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| And i learned to ride before i learned to stand
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| Well i’m a ridin fool who is up to date
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| I know every trail in the lone star state
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| 'cause i ride the range in a ford v-8
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| Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
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| Look out, i’m gonna show y’all how to ride now
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| Here we go
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| I’m an old cowhand from the rio grande
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| And i come to town just to hear the band
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| I know all the songs that the cowboys know
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| 'bout the big corral where the dogies go
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| 'cause i learned them all on the radio
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| Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
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| Now my story’s almost done, so listen up!
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| You ain’t got much longer now
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| I’m an old cowhand from the rio grande
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| Where the west is wild round the borderland
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| Where the buffalo roam around the zoo
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| And the indian make you a rug or two
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| And the old bar-x is the bar-be-cue
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| Oh, yippee-i-o-ki-ay, yippee-i-o-ki-ay
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| I’m just an old cowhand… |