Lyrics:

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tan.
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow,
Never roped a steer cause I don't know how.
Sure ain't a fixin to start in now,
Yippie yi yo kayah.

I'm an old cowhand and I come down from the Rio Grande,
And I learned to ride, ride, ride 'fore I learned to stand.
I'm a riding fool who is up to date,
I know every trail in the Lone Star State.
Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8,
Yippie yi yo kayah.

We're old cowhands from the Rio Grande,
And we come to town just to hear the band.
We know all the songs that the cowboys know,
'bout the big corral where the doggies go.
We learned them all on the radio,
Yippie yi yo kayah,

I'm an old cowhand,
Oh yes, Mr. Bing.
Too hot for you, Uncle Fudd?
Down from the Rio Grande,
Oh where the west is wild, all around the borderland,
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo,
And the Injuns run up a rug or two.
And the old Bar X is just a barbecue, yeah,
Yippie yi yo kayah.

I'm a pioneer who began from scratch
I don't bat an eye in a shootin' match.
They don't call me Elmer, they call me Satch.
Yippie yi yo kayah,
Yippie yi yo kayah,

Get along little horsy
Get along little horsy
Yippie yi yo kayah, oh!