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, Till you find yourself singing your last cowboy song. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, when the round up ends. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, and the camp fire sims. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, he shouts when he sings, When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings. When they wrap my body in the thin thin 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 half way to heaven under horse powered my own. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, when the round up ends. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, and the camp fire sims. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, he shouts when he sings, When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, and glory bound, No more jingle jangle, I lay my guns down. Yippie-ki-yi-aye, He shouts and he sings. When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings. When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings.