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(Mason Williams) I was raised on matinees on Saturday afternoons Looking up at Hoppy Gene and Roy oh boy And I grew up a thinking he best a man could do Is be a rootin', tootin', straight shootin' cowboy buckaroo. Spurs a jangling whoopi-ti-yi-yay Just a wrangling to every single day Yoodel-ei yodel-ei yodel-ei ooo A man should be a rootin', tootin', straight shootin' cowboy buckaroo. A buckaroo's a cowboy who believes in what is good A buckaroo wouldn't hurt you if he could if he could I ain't afraid to say it cause I ain't afraid of you I'm a rootin', tootin', straight shootin', cowboy buckaroo. Spurs a jangling whoopi-ti-yi-yay Just a wrangling to every single day Yoodel-ei yodel-ei yodel-ei ooo A man should be a rootin', tootin', straight shootin' cowboy buckaroo. --- Instrumental --- Should we be the way we are or be how we could be Could illusion become reality I've got to ask the question cause the answer's overdue Why can't we all ride together and be cowboy buckaroos. Spurs a jangling whoopi-ti-yi-yay Just a wrangling to every single day Yoodel-ei yodel-ei yodel-ei ooo A man should be a rootin', tootin', straight shootin' cowboy buckaroo. Why can't we all ride together and be cowboy buckaroos... |