Cowboy Boogie - Remastered

When he swings in the 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
Gonna tie
Yippy-yippy-ya, 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 out straight

Spins her sideways through the herd
He's bucking like he's being spurred
Twisting and a-rocking
Like a bronc coming outta the gate

He does the cowboy boogie
The cowboy way
The cowboy boogie
Gonna tie
Yippy-yippy-ya, yippy-yippy-yay

When he swings in the saddle, he's a real gone cat
With his spanish spurs and his buckaroo hat
A true front 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 Elvis tune

He does the cowboy boogie
The cowboy way
The cowboy boogie
Gonna tie
Yippy-yippy-ya, yippy-yippy-yay

He does the cowboy boogie
The cowboy way
Cowboy boogie
Gonna tie

Yippy-yippy-ya, yippy-
Gonna tie
Yippy-yippy-ya, yippy-
Gonna tie
Yippy-yippy-ya, yippy-yippy-yay