His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat
Hes one of the good guys its plain to see
Shore enough cowboy though hes only three
Theres a cute little filly she lives right next door
Shed like to brand him but hes no green horn
Shell offer him candy but he knows her game
Hell take what she gives him then be on his way
Chorus:
Blue eyes and freckles and holes in his jeans
Out in the back yard ridin his dreams
Hes uor little cowboy until the day our
[a] fences cant hold him and hell ride away.
Vs. 3
Saturday morning hes up before dawn
Grabs his cap pistol and pulls his hat on
Today the lone ranger and him make their ride
Them outlaws better find some place to hide
Vs 4
With tears in his eyes and a scratch on his chin
His onery old cyuse done throwed him again
But a kiss and a cookie will soon ease the pain
Hell mount up and be back ridin the range
Mama just look how our little boys grown
Hell soon be a man with a mind all his own
And I know the hardest thing well ever do
Is take down the fences and just turn him loose