Now listen up There are crooks in this here West Who have claimed to be the best, And think they wrote the book on how to rustle Well, as good as they may be, Not a one's as good as me, An' I barely have to move a single muscle They call me mean, boys Depraved and nasty too And they ain't seen, boys, The cruelest thing I do
You see, I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle The sweetest way of rustlin' yet devised 'Cause when I yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle Why, looky how them cows git hypnotized
He don't prod, he don't yell, Still he drives them dogies well, Which ain't easy when your chaps are labeled XXXXL
Yes, if yer lookin' from a bovine point of view, I sure can yodel-adle-eedle-idle Yodel-adle-eedle-idle Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo
Here we go, boys Five thousand cattle in the side pocket
Yes, I can yodel-adle-eedle-odle A sound them cattle truly take to heart Yeah, I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-odle An' smack my big ol' rump if that ain't art
He don't rope Not a chance He just puts 'em in a trance He's a pioneer Pied Piper in ten-gallon underpants
Yep! I'm the real rip-roarin' deal to those who moo Thanks to my yodel-adle-eedle-idle Dodle-adle-eedle-idle I got the cattle out the ol' wazoo 'Cause I can yodel-adle-eedle-idle-oo Yodel-adle-eedle-idle-ooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
