Cowboy Boogie
Well, he swings in a saddle, he's a real gone cat
With his Spanish spurs and his buckaroo hat
Camps in an old line shack way back in the sticks
He loves to tie 'em down and burn their hide
And there ain't no rough string he can't ride
But cuttin' the rug is how he gets his kicks
He does the cowboy boogie
The cowboy way
The cowboy boogie
Come ah ty-ay yippy-yippy-ay, yippy-yippy-yay
So it's adios to his old payoose
And down the road to turn it loose
At an old dance hall he cuts a gal now straight
Spins her sideways through the herd
He's buckin' like he's being spurred
Twistin' and rockin' like a bronc comin' outta the gate
He does the cowboy boogie
The cowboy way
The cowboy boogie
Come ah ty-ay yippy-yippy-ay, yippy-yippy-yay
Well, he swings in a saddle, he's a real gone cat
With his Spanish spurs and his buckaroo hat
A true frog walkin' fool, he ain't no dude
The Fred Astaire of hill and range
Two parts cool and one part strange
He's the best out west at any altitude
He does the cowboy boogie
The cowboy way
The cowboy boogie
Come ah ty-ay yippy-yippy-ay, yippy-yippy-yay
He does the cowboy boogie
The cowboy way
The cowboy boogie
Come ah ty-ay yippy-yippy-ay, yippy
Come ah ty-ay yippy-yippy-ay, yippy
Come ah ty-ay yippy-yippy-ay, yippy-yippy-yay