Well, somewhere back around thirty six I was standin' knee deep in the Oklahoma sticks Pickin' them Jimmie Rodgers' licks like I owned 'em And the girls in town loved what I'd do I had Choctaw hair and eyes of blue They'd call me baby I was six foot two and looked lonesome.
Then yonder come a man in a big ol' car With a black baret and a big cigar He said son you're a natural cowboy star for sure He looked at me and he said sign I looked at him and I said fine I wrote my name on the dotted line and I became The Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider Hero of the plains.
Soon I was smilin' from magazines My head slicked down with Vaseline And all those bobby-sox babies' screams would ring They'd pack 'em in like Main sardines And stand 'em in the mezzanines To see me ride cross the creen and sing.
I hundred fights I musta won A thousand bullets in my gun And my hat staeyd on through all the fun and glory But my real life pony had its hood adorned With a big ol' set of western horns While all America ate popcorn and marveled at the one and only Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider Hero of the plains.
Well, a real life villain had crossed the line So I crossed Hollywood and Vine And signed another dotted line my handle But when I come back most all the noise Was made for Hoppys Genes and Roys And Hollywood had more cowboys than scandals.
So here I am in the Oklahoma sticks And out of all my old sidekicks Jack Daniesls is the one who sticks around But old friends and fans have begun to write And I learned why the other night When I woke up to a TV fight The hero won and his hat stayed white And guess who rode across my sight I tell you I was dynamite Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider, Appaloosa Rider.
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