Yippee -yi, I was born to the saddle,
I'll ride till I die
Then I heard the cattle
way up in the sky
Yippee -yi, yippee -yo, yippee -yo
When the last trail is traveled,
it won't matter then I'll live in the
memory of places I've been
Yippee -yi, yippee -yo, yippee -yo, yippee -yo
I was born to the saddle,
I'll die punching cattle, I know
In the I, in the O, in the O
I'll roam on forever,
my home is wherever I go
In the I, in the O, in the O
If the grass gets too short
and the water holds dry
I'll stay in the saddle and roothogger die
I'm headin' my pony for old Arizona,
good -bye
Yippee -yi, yippee -yo,
yippee -yo, yippee -yo
Now you take the city
with mansions and homes
All crowded together
with no room to roam
Yippee -yi, yippee -yo, yippee -yo
And I'll take the ranges,
the tall prairie hay
And mountains a hundred
and ten miles away
Yippee -yi, yippee -y o,
yippee -yo, yippee -yo
I was born to the saddle,
I'll die punching cattle, I know
Yippee -yi, yippee -yo, yippee -yo
I'll roam on forever,
my home is wherever I go
Indio, Indio, Indio
If the grass gets too short
and the water holds dry
I'll stay in the saddle and
root -hover -die
I'm headin' my pony for old Arizona
Goodbye! Indio, Indio, Indio, Indio