Cowboy Boogie - H

Well, He swings in a saddle

He’s a real gone cat

With his spanish spurs

And his buckaroo hat

His camps in an old log shack

Way back in the sticks.

He loves ta 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

Come a ti-i youpy, youpy yi i youpy, youpy ya.

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 now straight

Spins her sideways through the herd

He’s buckin' like he’s being spurred

Twistin' and rockin' like a bronc

Comin' outta the gate.

He does the cowboy boogie

The cowboy way

The cowboy boogie

Come a ti-i youpy, youpy yi i youpy, youpy ya.

Well, He swings in a saddle

He’s a real gone cat

With his spanish spurs

And his buckaroo hat

A tree frog 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

Come a ti-i youpy, youpy yi i youpy, youpy ya.

He does the cowboy boogie

The cowboy way

The cowboy boogie

Come a ti-i youpy, youpy

A yi i youpy, youpy.

Come a ti-i youpy, youpy

A yi i youpy, youpy.

Come a ti-i youpy, youpy

yi i youpy, youpy ya…