I'm An Old Cowhand

I'm An Old Cowhand
music & lyric by Johnny Mercer

Step aside you ornery Tenderfeet_Let a big bad buckaroo 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 came 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 Border-land,
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