I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
   And my legs ain't bowed, my cheeks ain't tanned
   I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
   Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how
   And I sure ain't fixin' to start in now
   Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
   I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
   And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand
   I'm a riding fool who is up to date
   I know every trail in the Lone Star state
   'cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8
   Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
  
   [Instrumental-First Line Of A Verse]
  
   And I come to town just to hear the band
   I know all the songs that the cowboys know
   'bout the big corral where the dogies go
   'cause I learned them all on the radio
   Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
   Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
   Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay
   [flutes play one final "Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay"]