Lyrics:

His little boots, his little chaps
Oh, ain't he looking good in his little hat
He's sitting on the gate all starry eyed
He's here to watch his heroes rope and ride
Little cowboy, here comes the next generation
Hey look out boys, it might be your record he's chasing
They keep telling me it's a dying breed
But I think the future looks bright
So hold on tight, little cowboy
He's a momma's boy, with his daddy's grin
He's a get knocked down, get right back up again
Got some big old dreams for just a little guy
Born in his blood, running through his veins, it's the way of life
Little cowboy, here comes the next generation
Hey look out boys, it might be your record he's chasing
They keep telling me it's a dying breed
But I think the future looks bright
So hold on tight, little cowboy

And pretty soon he'll be in the chutes giving the nod
Carrying the torch, and don't we all thank God
For little cowboys, here comes the next generation

Hey look out boys, it might be your record he's breaking
They keep telling me it's a dying breed
But I think the future looks bright
So hold on tight, little cowboy
Little cowboy, little cowboy