Chris Ledoux Go Riding Young Cowboy Lyrics

Go Riding Young Cowboy Lyrics

He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four



The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he
wore



Though his trophy buckle was old it told of the glory he surely had seen



And the beard that showed neath his old John B was wirey silver sheen



With a plug in his lip from his back pocket rip and his faded old denim jeans
blue



Where a halo show white like a moon in the night



Was a hole where his snoozed worn through



He spat in the dust and he bitterly cussed as the bull tried to tear down the
chute



Then he looked up at me with a gleam in his eye



And he placed his old hand on my boot



He said you'll ride this old bull on your worst ever day



With your hind leg chained to a tree



As I am made ready to concur the brute here's an old song my old man sang to
me



Go ridin' young cowboy go winnin' and goin' out boy



Don't let him put you on the ground



Go spur him young cowboy de fur him riding out boy



Show 'em that your Oklahoma bound







Well I marked eighty points and I won me the round



The fans in the stands went plum wild



Well I could see my old daddy just a dancin' a jig



Well I looked up to the Lord and I smiled



I said thanks for my good arm and thanks for my luck



And thanks that I'm still fit and young



But thanks most of all for them old bulls that buck



For my dad and the song that he sung



Go ridin' young cowboy...







Well I've been down the road many miles since that day



Things ain't changed much since I've begun



I still think of my dad when I'm ropin' one up and I sing his song to my son



Go ridin' young cowboy...



Go ridin' young cowboy...