| 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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| 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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| Sure ain’t a fixin to start in now
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| Yippie yi yo kayah
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| I’m an old cowhand and I come down from the Rio Grande
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| And I learned to ride, ride, ride 'fore I learned to stand
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| I’m a riding 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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| Yippie yi yo kayah
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| We’re old cowhands from the Rio Grande
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| And we come to town just to hear the band
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| We know all the songs that the cowboys know
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| 'Bbout the big corral where the doggies go
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| We learned them all on the radio
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| Yippie yi yo kayah
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| I’m an old cowhand
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| Oh yes, Mr. Bing.
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| Too hot for you, Uncle Fudd?
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| Down from the Rio Grande
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| Oh where the west is wild all around the borderland
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| Where the buffalo roam around the zoo
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| and the Injuns run up a rug or two
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| and the old Bar X is just a barbecue, yeah
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| Yippie yi yo kayah
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| I’m a pioneer who began from scratch
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| I don’t bat an eye in a shootin' match.
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| They don’t call me Elmer, they call me Satch.
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| Yippie yi yo kayah
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| Yippie yi yo kayah
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| Get along little horsy
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| Get along little horsy
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| Yippie yi yo kayah, oh! |