| Blue eyes and freckles 'neath a white cowboy hat
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| His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat
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| He’s one of the good guys, it’s plain to see
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| A shore enough cowboy though he’s only three
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| There’s a cute little filly she lives right next door
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| She’d like to brand him but he’s no green horn
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| She’ll offer him candy but he knows her game
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| He’ll take what she gives him then be on his way.
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| Chorus:
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| Blue eyes and freckles and holes in his jeans.
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| Out in the back yard ridin' his dreams.
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| He’s our little cowboy until the day,
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| The fences can’t hold him and he’ll ride away.
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| Vs. |
| 3
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| Saturday morning he’s up before dawn,
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| Grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on.
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| Today the Lone Ranger and him make their ride.
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| And those outlaws better find some place to hide.
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| Vs 4
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| With tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin,
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| His onery old cayuse done throwed him again.
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| But a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain.
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| He’ll mount up and be back ridin' the range.
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| Chorus
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| Well mama just look how our little boy’s grown
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| He’ll soon be a man with a mind of his own
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| And I know the hardest thing we’ll ever do Is take down the fences and just turn him loose.
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| Special Chorus:
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| Blue eyes and freckles and faded blue jeans.
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| He’s grown up and ready to follow his dreams.
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| He was our little cowboy just yesterday,
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| Now the fences can’t hold him and he’ll ride away. |