Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wah-Hoo, artist - Riders In The Sky. Album song A Great Big Western Howdy!, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 13.07.1998
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Wah-Hoo |
Oh, gimme a horse, a great big horse, |
And gimme a buckaroo, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh, gimme a ranch, a big pair of pants, |
And gimme a Stetson too, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Give me the wide open spaces… |
For I’m just like a prairie flower, |
Growing wilder by the hour. |
Oh. |
gimme a moon, a prairie moon, |
And gimme a gal what’s true, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh, I never could sing a high class thing, |
Good music I never knew, |
But I can Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh, I never could dance, 'cause when I dance, |
I ruin the lady’s shoe, |
But I can Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
It’s just a gift from the prairie … |
You shout it when a bad man jigs, |
And it’s very good for calling pigs. |
I never could speak a word of Greek, |
I never could boop-boop-a-doo, |
But I can Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh, you open your mouth two feet wide, |
And take a big breath or two, |
And then you Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh. |
you wiggle your toes and grit your teeth |
Like Dangerous Dan McGrew, |
And then you Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Be careful not to sing soprano, |
And never Hi-de-hi-de-ho, |
'Cause that don’t go out in Idaho. |
Oh, buckle your belt and fix your hat, |
And spit her out, ka-choo! |
And then you Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh, what did Miss Cleopatra say to Antony when they met? |
She hollered «Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo!» |
Oh, what did that roaming Romeo yell to Miss Juliet? |
He hollered «Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo!» |
It started way back in Eden, |
And Eve was the cause, and it’s no fib, |
She wah-hooed Adam for a rib. |
Oh, what did Miss Pocahontas yell |
The minute she saw John Smith? |
She hollered «Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo!» |
Oh, gimme the plains, the Western plains, |
And a bottle of apple jack, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh gimme a saloon, an old spittoon, |
And a package of chaw-tobacc', |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Give me a gal from dear old Dallas, |
And play a Texas Tommy dance |
And I’ll cut loose with a wild romance! |
Oh, gimme a gat, a cowboy hat, |
A handkerchief red and blue, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh, gimme the plains, a pair of reins, |
And my boots and saddle too, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Oh, lemme get at a lari-at, |
As a steer comes into view, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Give me the wide open spaces! |
Each time I see a sawdust bar, |
I wanna be a way out thar! |
Oh, show me the pal who’ll steal my gal, |
And hand me my .32, |
And let me Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |
Wah Hoo! |