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Let me tell you, buddy There's a faster gun Coming over younder When tomorrow comes Let me tell you, buddy And it win't be long Till you find yourself singing Your last cowboy song Yippee-ki-yi-yay When the roundup ends Yippee-ki-yi-yay And the campfire dims Yippee-ki-yi-yay He shalt be saved When a cowboy trades His spurs for wings When the wrap my body In the thin linen sheet And they take my six ounce Pull the boots from my feet Unsaffle my pony She'll be itching to roam I'll be halfway to heaven Under horsepower of my own Yippee-ki-yi-yay When the roundup ends Yippee-ki-yi-yay And the campfire dims Yippee-ki-yi-yay He shalt be saved When a cowboy trades His spurs for wings Yippee-ki-yi-yay I'm glory bound No more jingle jangle I lay my guns down Yippee-ki-yi-yay He shalt be saved When a cowboy trades His spurs for wings
