Little fellow, you're so tired You could hardly lift your head But you wanna hear a story Before you go to bed So if you stay quiet And listen patiently I sing a song That my mother sang to me
Little cowboy Put your saddle in the bank Tie your horse up tight 'Cause you know no harm Put your arms and your gun Beside you on the chair But don't forget You've got to say your little prayer
Little cowboy Oh, you better hit the sun and train Or you'll be late around the time you know If you want to be a cowboy You better rest a while Little Cowboy baby of the old chorale