| I’m bound to follow the longhorn cows until I get too old
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| It’s well I work for wages, boys, and get my pay in gold
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| My bosses they all like me well; |
| they say I’m hard to beat
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| Because I give 'em the bum stand-off, they know I’ve got the cheek
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| Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay
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| Now I’m a Texas cowboy, just off the stormy plains
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| My trade is girtin' saddles and pullin' bridle reins
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| Oh, I can tip the lasso; |
| it is with graceful ease
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| I can rope a streak of lightnin' and ride 'er where I please
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| Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay
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| Now if I had me a little stake, I soon would married be
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| But another week and I must go; |
| the boss said so today
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| My girl must cheer up courage and choose some other one
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| For I’m bound to follow the Lone Star Trail until my race is won
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| Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay
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| It’s when we’re on the trail where the dust and the billows fly
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| It’s fifty miles from water and the grass is scorchin' dry;
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| The boss gets mad and ringy as you can plainly see
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| And I want to leave the trail, my boys, and an honest farmer be
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| Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay
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| And when we get them bedded, boys, we think it’s for the night
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| Some horse will shake his saddle and give that herd a fright
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| They’ll rise up to their feet, my boys, and madly dash away
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| Then it’s movin' time; |
| «To the lead, my boys,» you’ll hear some cowboy say
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| Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay
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| And when we get them rounded up and quietened down again
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| A dark cloud will rise in the west, and fire will play on their horns
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| The boss will say, «Stay with 'em, boys; |
| your pay will be in gold.»
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| I’m bound to follow the longhorn steer until I get too old
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| Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay
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| When I get in Kansas, I had a pleasant dream
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| I dreamt I’s down on the Trinity, down by that pleasant stream
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| My true love right beside me, she’d come to go my bail
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| But I woke up broken-hearted with a yearling by the tail
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| Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay, Ki-yi-yippee, yippee-yay |