Yippee-ki-yi-yay
He shouts and he sings, am off
and vacationing
Love this song.
Ain’t much for cowboy songs, mostly, but y’all can sing this at my funeral when my ashes are tossed off the pier at Tybee into the Atlantic Ocean.
Until then, I am on vacation and singing this tune into the sunset.
When a Cowboy Trades His Spurs for Wings Writer/s: David Rawlings / Gillian Welch
Let me tell you, buddy
There’s a faster gun
Coming over yonder
When tomorrow comes
Let me tell you, buddy
And it won’t be long
Till you find yourself singing
Your last cowboy song
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
When the round-up ends
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
And the campfire dims
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
He shouts and he sings
When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings
When they wrap my body
In the thin linen sheet
And they take my six irons
Pull the boots from my feet
Unsaddle my pony
She’ll be itching to roam
I’ll be halfway to heaven
Under horsepower of my own
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
When the round-up ends
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
And the campfire dims
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
He shouts and he sings
When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
I’m glory-bound
No more jingle jangle
I lay my guns down
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
He shouts and he sings
When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings
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