When you get
weary of trouble and care,
Here's what a cowherd would say,
Cast your eye on the sun in the sky,
Yippee -yi, your trouble's away.
When you've got loose thoughts,
your troubles are moot,
Skies won't be cloudy or gray.
No reason why you should
worry or cry,
Yippee -yi, your trouble's away.
Now prairie folks assure you
there ain't nothin' that'll cure you
Any quicker than the medicine
they fix up for themselves.
With their sulfur and molasses,
pepper tea and mustard plasters
And their camphor bags and flannel rags
that line the bunkhouse shelf.
But here's one remedy
that they use
that never fails to chase the blues.
Just try it for yourself
and see the world get brighter.
When you get weary of
trouble and care
Here's what a cow hen would say
Cast your eye on the sun in the sky
Yippee -yi, your trouble's away
When you cut loose,
watch your troubles and moves
The skies won't be cloudy or gray
No reason why you should worry or cry
Yippee -yi, your trouble's away
Scatter your bowls with the sunrise,
everything's rosy and swell.
Just sing a note through that
lump in your throat,
greet the dawn with a cowboy yell.
Here's what to do when
you're lonely and blue,
make it a wonderful day.
Cast your eye on the
sun in the sky,
Yippee -aye, your trouble's away!
Yippee -aye, your trouble's away!