Cowboy 1936

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 16 July 2011
2011

Cowboy you're a real hum dinger
you're a hilly billy singer
you know how boy
born to ride the range
and love it
The sil'vry sky above it,
Cowboy.

Cowboy tho' you're lean and lanky
guess there's nothin' 'bout you swanky,
you're a wow boy,
tho' you really look a tough one
you've a heart that's big enough son
Cowboy.
Born to be a short horn's lacky
and to sleep beneath the stars,
Born to roll your own tobaccy
while the boss smokes big cigars.
Cowboy, you're a one gal's feller
they don't make 'em any sweller
take a bow boy.
Guess the range would die without you,
there's something fine about you,
Cowboy.

Ridin' the range
under the blue,
Ridin' the range
it all belongs to you.
Just drift along
don't ever change,
Singing your song
and ridin' the range.

Cowboy you're a real hum dinger
you're a hilly billy singer
you know how boy
born to ride the range
and love it
The sil'vry sky above it,
Cowboy.

Cowboy tho' you're lean and lanky
guess there's nothin' 'bout you swanky,
you're a wow boy,
tho' you really look a tough one
you've a heart that's big enough son
Cowboy.
Born to be a short horn's lacky
and to sleep beneath the stars,
Born to roll your own tobaccy
while the boss smokes big cigars.
Cowboy, you're a one gal's feller
they don't make 'em any sweller
take a bow boy.
Guess the range would die without you,
there's something fine about you,
Cowboy.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Cowboy 1936
by Michael Carr
featured by Henry Hall and The BBC Dance Orchestra
© MCMXXXVI by The Peter Maurice Music Co. Ltd.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 16 july 2011 at 16.17
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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