Now, i
And of all the girls i
Well, she
Turned,
And if you drop your loop around
And any time you got a rodeo, and i
You can bet your boots my gal and i will come.
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Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of colorado
That young pony was born to work the trail.
Some old idaho rawhider was the first one tried to ride her,
Bronco buster, wild horse rustler, well she flipped him off like a
Turkey feather duster.
Now, some folks like a cadillac with power brakes and air,
Just give me a hamlee saddle and my little buckskin mare.
Well, i rode her up a mountain when we made that summer drive,
And i [g]took her to wyomin?for a rodeo or two,
At old cheyenne and saratoga, we roped them little dogies,
She the best ole gal this cowboy ever knew.
When she gets to old to rodeo too old to ride the range,
I
Cause she
If she had to stand unsaddled around the barn the whole day through
I
And tell
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Whoopee-ti-d-idi-ido on the plains of colorado,
That
