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!
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I'm An Old Cowhand (From The Rio Grande)
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| Bing Crosby |
