When A Cowboy Trades His Spurs For Wings

Let me tell you, buddy

There's a faster gun

Coming over yonder

When tomorrow comes

Let me tell you, buddy

And it won't be long

'Til you find yourself singing

Your last cowboy song

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

When the round-up ends

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

And the campfire dims

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

He shouts and he sings

When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings

When they wrap my body

In the thin linen sheet

And they take my six irons

Pull the boots from my feet

Unsaddle my pony

She'll be itching to roam

I'll be halfway to heaven

Under horsepower of my own

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

When the round-up ends

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

And the campfire dims

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

He shouts and he sings

When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

I'm glory-bound

No more jingle jangle

I lay my guns down

Yippee-ki-iy-ay

He shouts and he sings

When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings