Classic Poem

Step aside, you ornery tenderfeet,
Let a big bad buckeroo past.
I'm the toughest hombre you'll ever meet,
Tho' I may be the last.
Yes sir-ree we're a vanishing race,
No sir-ree can't last long.
Step aside, you ornery tenderfeet
While I sing my song.

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tanned,
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow,
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how,
And I sho' ain't fixin' to start in now.
Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay, Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay.

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand,
I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date,
I know ev'ry trail in the Lone Star State,
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V Eight.
Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay, Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay.

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
And I come to town just to hear the band,
I know all the songs that the cowboys know,
'Bout the big corral where the doagies go,
'Cause I learned them all on the radio.
Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay, Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay.

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
Where the West is wild 'round the borderland,
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo,
And the Indians make you a rug or two,
And the old Bar X is a Bar-B-Q.
Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay, Yippy-I-O-Ki-Ay.