Step aside, you ornery tenderfeet-
Let a big bad buckaroo past!
I'm the toughest hombre you'll ever meet,
Though I may be the last.
Yessirree,
We're a vanishing race;
Nosirree,
Can't last long.
Step aside, your ornery tenderfeet,
While I sing my song.

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,
And I sho' ain't fixin' to start in now.
Yippy-I-Oki-ay,
Yippy-I-Oki-ay.

I'm an old cowhand
From the Rio Grande,
And I learned to ride
'Fore I learned to stand.
I know ev'ry trail in the Lone Star State,
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-Eight.
Yippy-I-Oki-ay,
Yippy-I-Oki-ay.

I'm an old cowhand
From the Rio Grande,
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.
Yippy-I-Oki-ay,
Yippy-I-Oki-ay.

I'm an old cowhand
From the Rio Grande,
Where the West is wild
'Round the borderland,
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo,
And the Indians make you a rug or two,
ANd the old Bar X is a bar-be-que.
Yippy-I-Oki-ay,
Yippy-I-Oki-ay.