Saturday, January 29, 2005

Who's An Old Cowhand? Not Me, Doofus!

I was just feeling this way and hearing the tune in my head, so I looked it up for you. You're welcome. I'm a city boy, but obviously so was the guy who wrote the song, so I'm allowed. I gave writing credit below the song title, but I was puzzled about how many of the Internet sites did not give credit at all. Many, if not most, seemed to give credit to whichever of the many singers of the tune had been their favorite. Maybe that's not how they meant it and they thought you and I would intuitively JUST KNOW it. But if I just knew who the author was, I'd also just know which singer the sitemaster was imagining in his head! If I spent much time Just Knowing stuff, I would've just known these lyrics and would not have been looking them up! Let's face it, bloggers; whatever our shortcomings and whatever we're looking for in cyberspace, we can always find somebody else on the Internet who's a bigger doofus than we are!

"I'm An Old Cowhand"
by Johnny Mercer

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And my legs ain't bowed, my cheeks ain't tanned
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how
And I sure ain't fixin' to start in now
Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay, Yippie-yi-yo-ki-yay

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande
And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand
I'm a riding fool who is up to date
I know every trail in the Lone Star state
'cause I ride the range in a Ford V-8

And I come to town just to hear the band
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'bout the big corral where the dogies go
'cause I learned them all on the radio

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