(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.

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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...