Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Riding, Young Cowboy, artist - Chris Ledoux. Album song Songbook Of The American West, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1974
Record label: Nashville Catalog
Song language: English
Go Riding, Young Cowboy |
He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four |
The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he |
wore |
Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had seen |
And the beard that showed neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen |
With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans |
blue |
Where a halo show white like a moon in the night |
Was a hole where his snoozed worn through |
He spat in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to tear down the |
chute |
Then he looked up at me with a gleam in his eye |
And he placed his old hand on my boot |
He said you’ll ride this old bull on your worst ever day |
With your hind leg chained to a tree |
As I am made ready to concur the brute here’s an old song my old man sang to me |
Go ridin' young cowboy go winnin' and goin' out boy |
Don’t let him put you on the ground |
Go spur him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy |
Show 'em that your Oklahoma bound |
Well I marked eighty points and I won me the round |
The fans in the stands went plum wild |
Well I could see my old daddy just a dancin' a jig |
Well I looked up to the Lord and I smiled |
I said thanks for my good arm and thanks for my luck |
And thanks that I’m still fit and young |
But thanks most of all for them old bulls that buck |
For my dad and the song that he sung |
Go ridin' young cowboy… |
Well I’ve been down the road many miles since that day |
Things ain’t changed much since I’ve begun |
I still think of my dad when I’m ropin' one up and I sing his song to my son |
Go ridin' young cowboy… |
Go ridin' young cowboy… |