Оригинален текст
I was raised on matinees on Saturday afternoons,
lookin' up at Hoppy, Gene and Roy... oh boy!
And I grew up a-thinkin', "the best a man could do
is be a rootin'-tootin' straight-shootin' cowboy buckaroo."
(chorus)
Spurs a-janglin', whoopi-ti-yi-yay.
Just a-wranglin' to every single day.
Yo-da-lida-ladi, yo-da-lida-ladi,
yo-da-lida-ladi, ooooooooooo....
A man should be a rootin'-tootin' straight-shootin'
cowboy buckaroo.
A buckaroo's a cowboy who believes in what is good.
A buckaroo wouldn't hurt you if he could... if he could.
I ain't afraid to say it 'cause I ain't afraid of you.
I'm a rootin'-tootin', straight-shootin' cowboy buckaroo.
(repeat chorus)
Should we be the way we are, or be how we could be?
Could illusion become reality?
I've got to ask the question, 'cause the answer is overdue...
why can't we all ride together and be cowboy buckaroos?
(repeat chorus)
(tag)
Why can't we all ride together and be cowboy buckaroos?