Lyrics The Littlest Cowboy Rides Again - 24-Bit Digitally Remastered 04 - Chris LeDoux

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
Whoopee-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
Whoopee-ti-yo, the littlest cowboy rides again

A-whoopee-ti-yo (whoopee-ti-yo)
A-whoopee-ti-ya (whoopee-ti-ya)
A-whoopee-ti-yo, the littlest cowboy rides again

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
Whoopee-ti-yo, the littlest cowboy rides again

He's got a hat and a badge and a claw 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
Whoopee-ti-yo, the littlest cowboy rides again

A-whoopee-ti-yo (whoopee-ti-yo)
A-whoopee-ti-ya (whoopee-ti-ya)
A-whoopee-ti-yo, the littlest cowboy rides again

A-whoopee-ti-yo (whoopee-ti-yo)
A-whoopee-ti-ya (whoopee-ti-ya)
A-whoopee-ti-yo, the littlest cowboy rides again