I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
A starry night, a campfire light
The coyote call
And the howling winds wail
So I’ll ride out to the old sundown
I’m lonesome Cowboy Burt!
(Speakin’ atcha!)
Come smell my fringe-y shirt!
(Reekin’ atcha!)
My cowboy pants,
My cowboy dance,
My bold advance,
On this here waitress…
Yodel-oh-oo-pee-hey
Yodel-oh-oo-pee!
I’m an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
But my legs ain’t bowed and my cheeks ain’t tanned
I’m a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer ‘cause I don’t know how
Sure ain’t a fixin’ to start in now
Oh, yippie yi yo kayah, yippie yi yo kayah
From 1968. Listen if you dare because it may be earworming.
That’s right up there along with Saturday Morning Confusion.
As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure
I spied a cowpuncher all riding along
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a-jinglin’
As he approached me, he was singin’ this song:
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
It’s your misfortune and none of my own
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies
You know that Wyoming will be your new home
And after three hours or maybe more
A lady grabbed his arm
and showed him to the door
The bartender said, “he’s blind, you see
Don’t tell him the only audience he had was you and me”
‘Cause he’s the last of the singin’ cowboys
Singin songs of inspiration and joy
Yippie Yi Yo, Yippie Ay A ye
And she asked me
Why does he ride for his money
And tell me why does he rope for short pay
He ain’t a’gettin’ nowhere
And he’s losin’ his share
Boy he must’ve gone crazy out there
Ah but they’ve never seen the Northern Lights
They’ve never seen a hawk on the wing
They’ve never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they’ve never heard ole’ camp cookie sing
You have to listen to the yodel! Then rewind and listen to the whole song. It’s wonderful.
The bronco jumped up and the cowboy came down
They met at the old saddlehorn
It made a deep impression, you could say it changed his life
And that’s how the yodel was born
Ah yes … Ranger Doug, Too Slim, Woody Paul, and the Cow-Polka King! Are they still performing?
-“BB”-
Checking around, I see they perform at the Grand Old Opry several times a month.
Down to the playground
Putting on a show
Talking to the little kids
Listen to the yo-yo
RC Cola, Scooter Pie
Sleeping at the Y
And into the tent he went
There he saw Fatima layin’ on a zebra skin rug
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes and a bone in her nose ho, ho
There she was, friends, lyin’ there in all her radiant beauty
Eating on a raisin, grape, apricot, pomegranate, bowl of chittlin’s, two bananas, three Hershey bars
Sipping on a RC co-cola, listenin’ to her transistor
Watchin’ the Grand Ole Opry on the tube, readin’ a Mad Magazine while she sung, “Does your chewing gum lose it’s flavor?”
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?
If your mother says don’t chew it, do you swallow it in spite?
Can you catch it on your tonsils? Can you heave it left and right?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?
Does Your Chewing Gum Lose Its Flavor? – Lonnie Donegan
-“BB”-
Hush now, baby, baby, don’t you cry
Mama’s gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama’s gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama’s gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won’t let you fly, but she might let you sing
Mama’s gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby
Of course mama’s gonna help build the wall
Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion
In between the moisture cream and velvet facial lotion?
Ever tell your kids you’re glad that they can think?
Ever say you loved 'em? Ever let 'em watch you drink?
Ever wonder why your daughter looks so sad?
It’s such a drag to have to love a plastic mom and dad!
“Things are different today,” I hear every mother say
Cooking fresh food for her husband’s just a drag
So she buys an instant cake, and she burns a frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter of her mother’s little helper
And two help her on her way, get her through her busy day
Okay (okay), just a little pin prick
There’ll be no more AAAAAAAAH
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up? I do believe it’s working, good
That’ll keep you going for the show
C’mon, it’s time to go
That’s when I’m gonna stand up
Take my people with me
Together we are going
To a brand new home
Far across the river
Can you hear freedom calling?
Stand Up. Cynthia Erivo