| Well, He swings in a saddle
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| He’s a real gone cat
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| With his spanish spurs
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| And his buckaroo hat
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| His camps in an old log shack
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| Way back in the sticks.
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| He loves ta tie 'em down
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| And burn their hide
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| And there ain’t no rough string
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| He can’t ride
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| But cuttin' the rug is how he
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| Gets his kicks.
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| He does the cowboy boogie
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| The cowboy way
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| The cowboy boogie
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| Come a ti-i youpy, youpy yi i youpy, youpy ya.
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| So it’s adios to his old payoose
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| And down the road to turn it loose
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| At an old dance hall
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| He cuts a gal now straight
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| Spins her sideways through the herd
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| He’s buckin' like he’s being spurred
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| Twistin' and rockin' like a bronc
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| Comin' outta the gate.
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| He does the cowboy boogie
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| The cowboy way
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| The cowboy boogie
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| Come a ti-i youpy, youpy yi i youpy, youpy ya.
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| Well, He swings in a saddle
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| He’s a real gone cat
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| With his spanish spurs
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| And his buckaroo hat
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| A tree frog walkin' fool
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| He ain’t no dude
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| The Fred Astaire of hill and range
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| Two parts cool and one part strange
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| He’s the best out west at any Elvis tune.
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| He does the cowboy boogie
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| The cowboy way
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| The cowboy boogie
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| Come a ti-i youpy, youpy yi i youpy, youpy ya.
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| He does the cowboy boogie
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| The cowboy way
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| The cowboy boogie
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| Come a ti-i youpy, youpy
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| A yi i youpy, youpy.
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| Come a ti-i youpy, youpy
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| A yi i youpy, youpy.
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| Come a ti-i youpy, youpy
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| yi i youpy, youpy ya… |