He's got a broomstick horse called dynamite His very favorite friend An old steed about four hands high That runs just like the wind There's not an outlaw in the badlands That he can't apprehend Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
When the other kids are lost in space In plastic rocket ships Well he's meetin' bad guys face to face With a big iron on his hip Fear's a word he's heard but it don't mean a thing to him Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
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There's a cook named mom back at the ranch
She just don't understand That cowboys always wear their hat in the house And they never wash their hands They eat beef and beans not squash and greens And don't need tuckin' in Whoopie ti yo the littlest cowboy rides again
He's got a hat and a badge and a chaw in his jaw And licorice on his chin He's kind to ladies and cats and dogs But he's hard on wanted men He ain't the truck drivin' drug store rhinestone kind Cause they're just all pretend Whoopie ti (d)yo the littlest cowboy rides again
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